A Smile

I did not recognise
The colour
Of your hair
Nor the texture
Of your skin
Nor the bow
Of your lips

Yet the pressing
Of your hand
Upon my wrist
The urging whisper
At my back
Are both present
And remembered
In the dark.

The lightness
Of your laughter
Smiles at me.
Thank you.

JL Feb 6 12:43