duppy

a smile chose my face

unsure if her words were a message

or dispellers of nerves



if they were

my muscles heard



and in some moments

tried to frown.



the frown felt hard

no hard needed for this pleasured moment



so i allowed again

the smile to choose my face

cheeks spread to hilt

teeth glaring through spread lips

but for the darkness



afterward



muscles relaxed

still the phantom smile

embedded behind my face

which now bore no expression



but a knowing that something

nervous enough to be good

just passed me by...



something like a duppy...



that maybe no one saw

but me

can describe the clothes its wearing



while i am told

it is 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.