A Smile

there's a smile that you make
feels like a softly subtle kiss
lost in lightyears of nearness
moments of intricate
wishes find your ear
always, do you hear?

feel you closer, are you there?
I know the answers silent tone
like a numberless telephone
book of frail answers the air
is moving and I shake

myself awake too late each time
the ghost I hold the one withheld
the promise which your sweet breath spelled
the dimensions of your design,
asleep as though awake
there's a smile that you make...



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2012-09-12 at 22:42

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Nathalia
Beautiful, well written. Usually, I'm not a fan of poems that rhyme, but you pull it off very nicely here!
2012-09-13