A Smile

A stretching of cupid’s bow

my smile flirts with you.

In convivial aloneness

This smile can comfort few.


A lengthening of the labia oris,

Might lead that you be mistook for savant,

All recognise a smile in kindness and idle wisdom.

But perchance I allow me the liberty


of stretching cupid’s bow in my mundane appointments

you’d doubtless regard me effete.

Am I not a picture of perfection with a smile?

Hausfrau perfection or glazed magazine model perfection !

But Wall Street smart ? Authority figure smart? I reckon,

not with such facial affectation.