smirk

[january.22.2008.2:35pm.est]


the smirk that
flirts on the
lips of his mouth
brings me to a
time before i was
born;
a time i question
if his smirk
still holds the
same effect it has
on me on women that
it entranced then.

his smirk plays on
his lips in the
fashion my tongue
has traced them
and if his smirk
had a taste,
id want to savor
more.

in all truth,
when we speak
again through
the distance
that well travel
to in our respective
places of space,
my eyes will be
closed as i allow
my mind to envisage
his soft lips turning
up in that nonchalant,
often times confusing
yet charming smirk.