helpless

helpless
by S Joseph Gordon on Monday, 22 November 2010 at 22:23

a smile chose my face

unsure if her words were a message

or dispellers of nerves



but if they were

my muscles heard



and in few moments

i tried to frown.



the frown felt hard

too hard for the pleasured moment



so i allowed again

the smile to choose my face

brow spread

teeth glaring through spread lips

but for the darkness



after

muscles relaxed

still the phantom smile

embedded in my face

now bearing no expression



but a knowing that something

nervous enough to be good

just passed me by



something like a duppy

that maybe no one else saw

but that i am completely sure of

can even describe the clothes its wearing

while i am told by another,

its just the wind

or the chill of the mountain.



very few

have caused the unchosen smile

of those few

with contact kept it only meant good

with contact denied

it only left footprints in my heart.