From Your Smile

Dense darkness under the tree a deluge of your smile where appetite seated in white flowers Fragrance reaches out even here my face and eyes mesmerized look in the mirror my hands restive in pursuit for full moons well-set on the smooth bed with just the curves in front of my eyes enough to make the well swell deep down the sea This seabed is a weird stuff immediately springs up sun flowers and dandelions seeking sunlight if not allowed doesn't hesitate to plunder the sun destroying the churches moons quiver feet trembles iris aflame looks spread magnetic waves in the smile the inebriated Nile irresistible darkness still prevails there under the tree It's a gift to live with such a dark corner which when needed invites hundreds of glowworms Under the green light hundreds gondolas sail on wide eyes