I like your smile it gets no mystery
Of blood-tinted shroud crying out lies
Along the beaded streets of cobblestones
Which lifetime is bird’s early-waking tune?
A smoke of dust fades like clouds wind- blown.
I like your smile it gets no genius
brush
To whip the canvas with finest horse
tail
To smear ashen faces with blood or tear
As though games, in each shoot, take
flight in fear.
I like your smile it gets no
legend to tell
Like empty stories, wrought in thoughtless
words
Ringed in the ears that no one likes to
hear
No poet or storyteller could bear.
I like your smile though it offers
no clues
But one seen in the strand of
maenad hairs
In the clouds float driven by angels
breathe
Whose smacks bring a literal life or
death?
Shiny Betelgeuse etched in the
soft cheeks
The Naughty lines under swim the
dreamlike trance
Forever watching lurked in the starred sky.
The lips bewitched mounted knights bold
or shy.
Star Bellatrix in smooth pillowy
cheeks
Such a sober but quick-witted young sage
The logic crosses the rosy field of love
When GPS fix’s a point with stars above.
Michelangelo wrought Menkent’s in the nose
Shallower demeanor in truth deeper
Whose dream smell the aroma of Venus’
rose?
The tunneled high bridge, the godly
scent oozed.
I see Gienah in
your honeyed mouth
Frothing vessels of Cadbury and cloud nine
The ruddy tongue twines with
candy vine
Demeter’s lair of bee infested pines.
Recalls more, more, and many times more
Gazillions swim-happy in the starred
sky
With the wings of the tall emerald
gem
In your poise in your hair in your brows
in your ears in yuor nose
In your...SMILE.
Note: Betelgeuse, Bellatrix, Menkent and Gienah are stars named after their discoverer.
