Coup D' Oeil Poem by B. V. Dahlen

I watch him smile,
a slow and spreading grin
that lifts his lips
in arching course,
and stirs a dimple
in his cheek.
His eyes are crinkled
at the corners,
sparking with mischief,
or a secret joke recalled.
I smile in return,
with brief hesitation,
not really knowing,
if that grinning glance
is aimed my way.
Was that a wink?
What caused that flirting flicker?
I wonder where this goes,
this gambol we perform.
Is this a dance of romance,
or of mummers in a farce?