With The Beautiful Smile

Harsh night, bickering air A fastened smile, a momentary care A knowing, a feeling, an unconscious trust All in the pursuing of an emotional lust Two figures placed, each side by side Willing to teach, to learn, to confide Pure hearted faith, a stranger’s confidence An adventurous drive, an unchallenged conscience A heart revealed a song re-sung A comfort to the lonely, the emotion of the young Time to take, too precious to waste To touch, to see, to hear, to taste His hands sweep through his blackened hair, pulling it to its allocated placing. Retaining the look, the feel, the cover up. Lips gently held together, pierced by expression, love, a passion, burnt. The caresséd lips part to reveal a smile; the mark of past habits cling to the guilty. Facial form distinct, lying beneath the blackened frame. Longing eyes, looking eyes, locking eyes, given over to a subject deemed worthy – that it could be me! Build, small enough, first shyness, now hidden strength emerges. Long sleeves of black, legs gripped in black, feet, beneath black, the unknown. Stimulation of the heart, the love of a hate, he courage through the fear, representation of the cause of the fear, yet scared so much that it has enticed, so much so that it creates a clinging, a comfort, a yearning. Unlike whom I have before met, new perceptions, different understanding, refreshing. A strange essence of light from within portrayed, so contrary to the brief glimpse, a shortened glance at his exposéd heart. A joy, an excitement, an enjoyment of company. His manner. His speech. His being. Searching deeper into his person, small treasures, found, a variety of precious jewels compiled to form. He is a treasure chest, a rare crown, intriguing, lovely in nature. Seen as night, yet bringing forth happiness, light. Beautiful day, a lovely air Carried by one with a joy in his stare An enrapturing heart, a pursuing soul Holding an unthreatening sense of control Enticing… yet so pure, so clean So open, so true, looking beyond what is seen Admiring him as the work of His hands To further, beneath, to understand To unexpectedly amaze and yet be blown away Oh speech, a seasoned wanderer, held at bay A delicate being in fragile hands A freeman, discontented stands Description cannot match what is tried to express Feeling alive, but without progréss Such joy, such delight, awakened I feel SO enchanted, so changed, so thoughtfully unreal Will our whispers by each other be heard ever again Might a companionship form… but where, but when Will I again see his face light up with the earnest joy of a child… What I’d give to hear him speak his mind… rébel against the norm, with the beautiful smile