smile

Her smile is like a weaved tapestry

eyes that caress my thoughts,

capture my silence

her smile makes its own moves

having a crackling spark,

a shrill whispering conspiracy,

arousal of a thirsty kind

her smile is a benign prayer

I meditate mostly on it.

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