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by Nanci J (writer), Los Angeles/Big Bear, November 19, 2011

Is there anything sweeter than the involuntary smile of one so vulnerable?

A simple wisp of hair

a crown,

upon the sweetest face.

And eyes

the pool of Bethesda,

Angel-touched, embrace,

my soul with life

with looks of love

an impish grin with grace.

And O the cheeks!

To rest my cheek,

upon so soft a bed.

Whose parting lips,

give nothing less,

than bursts of light,

who will contest,

that herein lies the future,

behind

a toothless smile.

Nanci J is a writer for BrooWaha. For more information, visit the writer's website.