Subject: The Grin :-)
Body: The Grin …
She fights to avoid my eyes ..
It makes her uneasy ..
The way she rubs her hands
a lovely distraction and diverts my gaze..
Her shortness of breath ..
Causes discomfort .. absent the pain ..
Cuts to her core ..
A fidget here … there .. a tug on the edge of her short dress ..
A touch .. a hold of her hand .. resting heavily on her thigh
Is met with a sigh .. breath .. pause
Positioned like a dam in rising waters ..
She struggles to swallow .. she would love a stiff drink ..
I am relentless .. she concurs ..
Is it a corner… a wall .. her back is against .. or a cliff
This should not be . ..
This should feel more foreign .. a major sin ..
The uncertainty in her voice .. dampens my soul ..
With sorrow .. I reel back .. I must let go .
But she reaches out .. and with a firm grasp ..
Her gaze is strong … and direct ..
God .. What a Beautiful Grin …
One of my own poems .. …
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