the smile

your ebony hair,
like a shadow without the moon,
fell fashionably across the sky
and landed loosely on my head.
i watched your rosy cheeks
and nowhere have i found
a more gratifying smile.
your coral lips and pearly teeth
always came knowing when to talk
and where to eat,
and when we were alone,
i showed you a ripe strawberry:
its' juice ran down your throat.
you were smart enough to know
where you were going,
and in the end,
followed in my footsteps,
even if i was mad.