Posts Tagged ‘smile’

In this Tedium where Time

grayly spans without end,

what one truly needs

is the Smiling face of a Friend.

That’s the way all fairy tales end.

That’s the way they died-

happily.

 

Snow White and her Prince

outlasted the dwarves,

but went out

without growing old,

and smiling.

Both were already pale

as corpses.

They could simply have fallen asleep,

but who would kiss them awake?

 

Briar Rose died

leaving heirs.

Her husband passed

before she did. She never remarried.

She had raised a King and a Princess

with her own golden hair

and lark-like speech.

Neither one inherited their father’s

battle lust. So,

she was happy.

 

Cinderella lived in luxury,

she died in a bed of blue and white velvet,

which resembled the sea, knowing

her sisters had bled

from their feet, and their eye sockets

had become infected.

Her stepmother died

one year after she married the Prince.

Her reign with the Prince,

who became a king

after his father spewed one last breath

like a geyser,

went without war.

And when she lay in bed

her gold slippers were at its foot,

and she saw her fairy godmother

hovering over her with a halo around her face.

Her husband did not weep

as she passed- eyes shutting slowly,

clams closing on blue pearls-

he sang.

He sang a lovely little dirge

about birds and a tree

and rising up from the Earth

as if flying,

and Cinderella died

smiling,

happy.

And so I have to put aside

what fantasies I had.

And so I must try to silence the voice

in me that says “I’m yours.”

And so I must try to look at you

without blushing.

I must try to fight the urge to hold your hand,

to fawn over your smile,

to talk to you

simply because I like the way you talk.

I feel sad,

though I shouldn’t.

I haven’t lost anything,

not really.

I’ve gained a friend.

That’s something.

So,

I’m alright.

When I see you again

will my knees remember to work?

Will my heart remember to be quiet

and be calm, instead of an excited child?

Will you smile that smile

I am just beginning to know

and already appreciate?

Will you take my hand

as we walk?

Will we kiss

in one of those moments

as perfect as an oil painting?

Truly, these are

the questions that plague me,

but I will have to be content

waiting for you to answer them.

So, this is how you make my heart go-

a nonstop drum. Knots in my stomach

and blood rising to color my face.

At times it seemed like we were

the only people in the room,

and I smiled.

I smiled at the little things you did,

whether you noticed them or not;

I smiled out of nerves

because you were so calm, and I was not;

I smiled like a fool

because we talked, and you listened.

This is a new experience for me-

not the bundle of nerves under my ribs,

to which you give an electric shock;

not the reddening of my face,

but the happiness from something so simple

and how I don’t mind these feelings

and I surprise myself

by how much I want them to stay.

Last night I imagined you.

I imagined us entwined.

I imagined us

being happy, taking turns making each other breakfast,

gold rings gleaming on our fingers

as happily as awards do.

I imagined you smiling at me,

your two eyes twinkling like silver coins,

I imagined us living simply

and maintaining happiness.

If you knew this is what I wished for,

would you take my hand?

Tenderness lives in hands.

In the soft, light, and feathery touch

of skin on skin- Tenderness is passed.

In loving caresses Tenderness relinquishes warmth,

then rushes to hearts and quickens their pace.

Tenderness takes its time

knowing when tears will form,

when happiness abides in the smallest of smiles,

and gratefulness shows in the slow closing of eyes.

Tenderness takes root

at the clasp of palms, and fingers entwining.

It grows in the hearty laughs, genuine smiles,

and red blood visibly rising in cheeks.

Tenderness blooms

where two bodies meet with the slightest of touches,

and grows through years of unity,

where smiles, laughs, and touches never cease.