17/04/2018
Poem 14
Title: She Smiles.
Smile that private smile at me.
You’re like a crescent moon.
However, there is something grim to you.
A private smile like the smile of a private.
Are you scared of death, or do you accept it?
Smile, so wonderful, and stretch your usually still cheeks.
I’ve always worried about dolls.
You aren’t one, are you?
You won’t fall off the end of my bed and hang limp, uncaring?
Please tell me I’m not imagining your life.
Smile more with your eyes than anything else.
Within your eyes is where your real smile is.
Everywhere else is stretching, teeth baring, lip tightening.
Yet I would say in your eye, in your eyes it bursts.
I’ll call the ambulance if your cornea starts bleeding.
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