If I had tried to classify your smile,
I soon would in deep water have been found.
I gaped with gleeful gasps just like a child
as in your lightsome lovethrob I was drowned.
No smile has ever carried me away,
or taken me to places yet unknown;
but in the careful candlelight’s decay,
by yours my cautious heart was overthrown.
If everything about you disappeared
your open-curtained mouthness I would keep.
Although your voice was last to grace my ear,
it was your smile which lingered through my sleep.
One thing remains when by your gaze I’m stripped:
That strange sweet succulence around your lips.
© 2011, Alan Morrison