It’s funny when you smile like her or him
Or that person you once knew
That little twinge,
The tilt of the head,
The catch in the chuckle
You subconsciously noticed
Yet included in your portrait of them.
The way her tongue caught between her teeth
Or how her teeth tenderly graced her lips
When she couldn’t quite express a thought.
The words he made his own
From mismatched particles of language
And tidbits of thought.
The people in your life
Slowly sharing subtle textures and actions
Slowly become one.
Moonlit Poetry 