This giddy smile won't leave my lips
Curled up in the corner of my mouth
And you curled up in my arms
An innocence, a sweet reverie.

These satusma evenings
The sun exploding ever later on aninky canvas.
My silver idle lover, flitting between the curtains
Never wanting to rush the dawn

And me: small, friendly infrequent.
New to all this miniature movement
The view is magnificent
As a few of my mysteries slip into focus.

The overbearing ache of loss,
The complex fumble of affection,
Chisseling away at who you are and who yopu will be
The joy of seeing you for the first time.

This giddy smile won't leave my lips.
I'm packing it all in my suitcase
Ready to refer to the contents wherever I go.
Lightfooted and a spring in my step.