Even on this gloomy day your smile
amazes – it is as if to say I shine
because of you. And that is true;
I’ve seen it in so many ways. That
sideways glance reveals a care
so well concealed when talking
face to face of mundane things;
but there, the eyes that sneak
a furtive peek connect and
wham, enchantment sparks!
I cannot have a tête-à-tête, the
words make sense but ramble from
a mouth more versed to kiss your lips,
the pout of you resists restrained and
rational space interpolated into place
so we can state these things by words
alone. But damn the words, I’ll feed you
them by lips pressed sweet against
your own. And come what may,
we’ll wait and see...
© 7 May 2007, I.D. Carswell
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