Some Sort of Smile
[Terza Rima]
Some sort of twisting smile, almost a sneer
Is flickering across the tight hard lips
Of your stone-fleshed new lover standing here
As though a thought beyond your naked hips
Has broke through the shallow surface he skims
Across while taking all his frequent trips
Towards now whatever pleases his whims
To places where confusion will come to greet
His shallow understanding as it dims
From dull to duller, then admits defeat
And turns away to find a simpler theme
To follow, something shiny and so neat
That fits inside his straightforward bright dream
Of life all filled with things so new they gleam.
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