Your Smile

The compass rose

      of your smile

     bells my sails

     as we pass

          in the soft night,

                  its afterglow

      an angelus

in the darkness



The hemispheres

        of your eyes

    - lost continents

                            shifting beneath

     boundless oceans -

                      forecast weather patterns

  with unfailing accuracy



The caldera of your cheeks

                             subsides

       into seismic aftershocks

                             - the tides turn ...-

                                      my ship

                                  guided safely home

                        by the lighthouse

                                   of your smile