your smile is the warmest
embrace i could find.
wide, pink lips over a grin,
and from it fly whispers
of your rising spirit.
and it rose within me.
from the first moment,
i knew it chose me;
found a secret we shared;
and my smile,
lop-sided, second-guessing,
lifted as yours did.
i can't stop smiling now.
help me, blessèd feel.
i can't stop smiling.
YOU ARE READING
painted violet // sapphic poetry
Poesía"sweet mother, i cannot weave - slender aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl." sappho, born c. 630 bc. top rankings: #12 in wlw
