Mr. Great, Mr. Great
I must touch your teeth
They have stories, such great stories
I’ll tempt them to tell
I have secrets, secret secrets
And a contagious splash
See here This Thing, This Shiny Thing
I’ll force your smile yet
Mr. Great, Mr. Great
I must touch your teeth
They have stories, such great stories
I’ll tempt them to tell
I have secrets, secret secrets
And a contagious splash
See here This Thing, This Shiny Thing
I’ll force your smile yet
Meet me at
The corner of my mouth and where it meets my cheekbone when I’m smiling hard at you smiling hard
Join me for tea when
I’m watching when you look down with wonder at your path and you don’t see me seeing you
Hold on with me for dear life later at
The curve of my hip, the bend in my knee and the kink in my toes where they meet your shin for making me wait
For our date
At the corner of my mouth
Happy at mid-day
Glad in the heat of the night
Resolved in the morn’
Where…my mind’s eye searches for
…just a footprint, a proof.
Like a phantom limb haunts
Dares me to remember
Why…did it flee and what fear
…stole it and stripped my blood
Of the warmth it once shone
Of evidence of the glee
All…interrogatories
…are irrelevant now
All that matters is That
I reclaim what is mine
It suits you to smile,
dear heart. Though trials traversed
have stolen your feet.