Poetry seldom heard,
The arches at the bottom of your cheeks.
The way they stretch, your eyes become low, hiding in the wrinkles of your face.
Revealing your teeth in the most devine of ways.
Your eyes notice as your cheeks rise. Hindering your vision for moments time.
Your lips deserve it, the crimping of your cheeks.
A single moment your eye brows are in unison.
Simplicity,
A perfect rhythm comprehending what's felt inside.
Silent,
Mocking the sun rising into the next day.
Your smile.
Free verse
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