The first time we met

The first time we
met I could not
take my eyes off
your mouth.
Your smile,
yes - but that’s
predictable and cliché.
More -
the way your
lips moved around
words hummed through
a sweet half smile, a
smile like
that of a boy, so
young and still
moved by
the beauty of the rain
and mist in the gray
of the evening. A mouth
curved into cheeks
giving into
the life
of eyes filled with
wonder and
surprise that the day
still belongs, in some
small way,
to love.
A mouth
I would like to
kiss, with eyes
open wide, seeing
everything.