It Started with a look,
a smirk?
definitely a smile
that went from his mouth
right up to his eyes.
A voice,
sharp yet smooth
spicy yet sweet
Words said so specifically
Not minced with so many herbs
That you couldn't tell what it was.
Humorously stated,
as though there was a dandelion in the floral mix.
Perhaps the smile started at his eyes
and ran down to his mouth,
somewhere that smile started.
That smile, it started
Me listening
and watching,
waiting for next thoughts
to purposely be stated
grasping an idea in my mind
wrestling with my thoughts
my ideas
Somewhere, on
his face,
It Started.
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