His Smile
I find it difficult to describe his smile. Sure, I could give you the physical features. The way his teeth are white and perfect. The way his neat beard does nothing to hide the dimples. The way his blue eyes sparkle like a million poems about the ocean, the sky, and the stars have tried to capture. Yet this physical description could be any man's smile. It lacks the essence that is his smile.
It's not so much an open friendly smile as much as a shadowy grin. A smirk of knowing.
Though the flavors his smile vary depending on the moment, there's always this mysterious tang of "I know something you don't know" to it. Some people mistake this for arrogance.
I don't.
I know it is because he's holding back.
His laughter is his pressure valve. He has no problem letting mirth out, and when he does, it is a loud, full, sound that rumbles even across the noisiest crowd.
But his smile. Oh, his smile is so much more than that.
His smile is a promise.
Of what he wants to do.
Of what he can do.
Of what he will do.
All of which may be different things.
When he smiles at me, it is both fire and ice. Shocking and soothing. His smile, all that it shows and all that it hides is home to me. Danger, risk, safety, stability, hot, cold, the world, the universe, my love, my life.I tingle and I am warmed and I know that I will do all that I can to keep his smiling gaze on me.
The things I do to see his smile may shock some, but if you saw it directed at you, you'd understand.
Of course, maybe you'd just mistake it for arrogance too.
Though you'd be a fool to do so, that would just make all the more of his smile for me. So I won't complain.
It's not so much an open friendly smile as much as a shadowy grin. A smirk of knowing.
Though the flavors his smile vary depending on the moment, there's always this mysterious tang of "I know something you don't know" to it. Some people mistake this for arrogance.
I don't.
I know it is because he's holding back.
His laughter is his pressure valve. He has no problem letting mirth out, and when he does, it is a loud, full, sound that rumbles even across the noisiest crowd.
But his smile. Oh, his smile is so much more than that.
His smile is a promise.
Of what he wants to do.
Of what he can do.
Of what he will do.
All of which may be different things.
When he smiles at me, it is both fire and ice. Shocking and soothing. His smile, all that it shows and all that it hides is home to me. Danger, risk, safety, stability, hot, cold, the world, the universe, my love, my life.I tingle and I am warmed and I know that I will do all that I can to keep his smiling gaze on me.
The things I do to see his smile may shock some, but if you saw it directed at you, you'd understand.
Of course, maybe you'd just mistake it for arrogance too.
Though you'd be a fool to do so, that would just make all the more of his smile for me. So I won't complain.