Smile

Sometimes
I need the touch
Of softness
Even a smile
Will do.

A soft smile
Will be just right
Could you stretch
To two?

I cannot
Do the reciprocity
Nothing quite
In control.

The smile 
Is twisted 
Out of shape
The tongue
Is in a roll.

Not to worry
I still dream
Have pictures
In my head.

And they are 
Brightly painted
And will be
Till I'm dead.

JL July 16 10:58