When your body smiles

In a deep slumber your chest sighs rhythmically as though it is gleefully narrating the events of your entire day.

Eyes dancing beneath their lids, in synchronicity forming gentle and subtle expressions your lips could never form.

I stare in awe from a distance, hoping you’d never catch me admiring the way your lips expertly hum a nonexistent melody.

Your body’s curves replace your vacant smile, like a symphony of joy in every contour sculpting your physique.

The way you move puts me in a trance as though you are speaking a language only we can comprehend.

A picture is worth a thousand words, but that simply won’t do. I want to hear, and feel your body smile too.

The Bitter Poet