Fate

when you were created

god smashed your cheeks

together and bashed them

with baby mallets,giving

you the perfect dimples

Incrested your mouth

in pearls, leaving you

with the perfect smile.

the way you lick your lips

makes me picture our

tongue's sumo wrestling.

the needle like sensation

of your lips burns like Listerine

just made to be pressed

against mine

a smile holds more

meaning than words.

because your smile shoots

sacred mono logs into

my heart

and i use those to write

you this letter today

tyrice the first time i saw

you smile