poem: BEAUTIFUL GUILT

We locked eyes again
The umpteenth time
She smiled.
A warm, inviting smile
Directly at my heart
My mind, my soul

The smile,
With telepathic notes
Saying much more
Than words could convey

The smile,
A magnetising one
Drawing me nearer,
Closer
To her
Like one in a trance

“Such radiant smile. A message of hope?”
I winked.
“Ah!” She blushed.
“My smile is me. It sayeth nothing.”

She smiled.
A guilty one.
A beautiful guilt.


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