Kissing The Smile
(Posted a little late due to Internet cut.)
Today an amazing woman arrived. (Actually it was last night at midnight, but I was too busy then to write this). Confetti and fireworks. But I would like to talk about her smile.
This woman has the most amazing smile in the world. It smacks of glamour and charm but laced with just enough humility to be entirely intoxicating. Every once in a while you find a smile that just absolutely ends all other smiles, and she somehow has gotten ahold of one.
Being able to kiss the smile full on its lips after months of flirting with feathertips and corners is like... I'm going to have to wax less romantic and get into personal taste here to avoid cliche. Okay, so it's like gazing into a glimmering double rainbow or inhaling a rosebud and all that. Sure. But to me it's like, well... eating a whole jar of peanut butter. Like making a jumpshot over Jono. It's like scaling a ten-footer without breaking momentum. It's one of those beautiful things in life that make you stand back with your hands on your hips and say, "Wow, not bad."
Kissing the smile is about sugary closeness and fistfuls of hair and fluttering eyelids. It's about a slippery response to the command, "Please," for the first time properly. It's about the sounds in your ears as much as the taste on your lips or the mouth-watering sight. Or the areola under your fingertips. It's about clenching your teeth around a shoulderblade because all your attention is elsewhere and your mouth is open anyway. Or scraping an already sunburned back.
Kissing the smile begins to digress.