Storied Smile

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 

Late

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 

My Damn Smile

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