Who can measure the evolution of a smile?
From one of pleased to meet you, to curiosity, to a smirk
Smacking of knowing more than is spoken
To a gleeful chant in the eyes, to pure happiness
Radiant with the knowledge of love given and taken.
Such have I witnessed on the face of my beloved
Made all the more poignant by capturing the looks on film.
I carry him everyday in my dreams, my heart and in my wallet
Right next to thousands potentially spent through credit cards.
If one of them is gold, he is platinum
If others smile for the pose, his is more
Because in that moment, he was happy with me
And his happiness meant more to me than my own.
We play the game of the willing slave and master
I do his bidding and he is amused
I feel useful and appreciated even though I am obeying his will
Acting as though I have not one of my own
Because this way I am permitted to bring him pleasure
And I know he is not immune to my wiles
For in so doing, I entangle him in the confusion of a thousand emotions
Some intensely negative and others passionate.
We dare not touch or press the heated flesh while alone
Much too close to the hands of evil adultery
For he is already married to another in word, if not in deed
And I must find what I seek in someone else’s arms
Even though he really owns me, body and soul
With his words and that look in his eyes.