It curves like a secret folding into itself,
quiet, knowing, a soft spark
that catches the edges of my chest
and pulls me closer.
A quick inhale
a flash of light between shadows
and I am lost again in the orbit of his smile.
Tides of unspoken things rise from calm’s ruins
and I am lost again in the orbit of his smile.
A crescent moon hanging low
over the fragments of my calm
pulling tides of unspoken things
from the deep
where only I dare follow.
He knows the secret places in me
and I stumble willingly into the orbit of his smile.
Each facet, each angle
a spark I cannot hold
lost, and found, and lost again in his smile.
A flash of light between shadows
a quick inhale
And I am lost again
in the orbit of his smile.







