Oh, so familiar this smile on your
face, the crinkled corners of
your sparkling eyes – it is no
surprise the curves of your lips
displace my verisimilitude.
There is no space for angst or
cracking discontent, your smile
was meant to mend fences where
raw anger had rendered their
sad state of disrepair.
Again I am consumed with a
love tuned to your smile, the
air of it, the wear of it etched
unrepentantly in the sheer
magnanimity of you.
How utterly you beguile!
© I.D. Carswell 2007
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