Sunday, 6 March 2011

Smiling





It's like sunshine
gently
warming you
from the bones
along the veins
through the blood
then strokes the skin


A mouth not having
a will of its own
twitches upwards 
teeth possibly
making an appearance


No control
but not wanting any
happy to be here
and not be anywhere 
else. 

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