Each muscle works to form an expression,
a twitch of the mouth on one side forming a half-smile
that exposes your teeth just enough to lightly rest the backs of your fingers against them;
pensive as always
staring off into the distance or close inside your heart.
Sometimes your eyes are mild and calm like a quiet lake on a still afternoon,
but they can change in a beat
to intense as a great maelstrom threatening to swallow every ship headed its way.
Soft brows cannot hide the waves of emotion
threatening to crash forth;
only practice and willpower make them bow down.
And then those cheeks, always lifted in a grin,
but which only ache, wonderfully,
from a true smile.
Treeshallow Musings 