Kiss Me

On your soft lips,
that fit into the grooves of my mouth,
so perfectly.

In My Smile

"Is it true?" she whispered.
A little girl, at bedtime.

(It's true.)

Stay in my smile.
Stretch out. Sleep.

And she saw his eyes,
looking at her own.

And she knew.

You Know How Writers Are: Creating Themselves All The Time

“You know how writers are... they create themselves as they create their work. Or perhaps they create their work in order to create themselves.”
                                                                                                             ― Orson Scott Card