his teeth
are seashells,
bleached by the summer sun,
they glint when he smiles. He keeps in time
a pendulum ticking ticking back and forth and back again.
Sincerity
radiates from his face
he stares so sweetly, he reaches
deep inside, where my emotions rest.
run my hands through his curly hair. So close
that I can distinctly smell the detergent he uses for his clothes.
Hands gentle
eyes smiling and happy.
whispered secrets tickle my ear
as we crawl away, giggling all the while.
We hide out in our secret place, a place where only we go
in order to hold each other in our arms, walls glowing at our happiness.
And there are no lies.
None. There is nothing kept inside.
The truth doesn't always yield smiles but
When he decides to grin I am shocked. I am puzzled.
Perplexed, by his perfect smile. For how could he smile when his heart was mine?
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