:)

That smile is effusive
that is to say
I've found traces
bubbling into my conscious
popping with that soap scum residue
of summer

I'm cautious in these cold months
in general
I'd rather not be smitten
with curvature so casual
with hope
placed so honestly in me

I can't save you
any more than you can save you
any more than your smile
can be saved
scrapbooked in six lines
four stanzas

I'll try to smile though
to meet your madness halfway
wholeheartedly
to leave some measure of myself
in creases of your happiness
increasingly a part of my own