Bright Smile

The best part about the sun is

That it blurs everything out.

Even you.

It blurs your legs, your arms,

Your chest, your clothes,

Your hair.

It makes it impossible to see your lips,

So it brings my attention to the

Two small oceans you carry every where

With you.

They are like a story, a story

I could read all day.

When the sun comes though,

I can't wait to catch a simple

Word of that story.

When the sun is bright enough

It makes them as beautiful as

A billion roses opening in winter.

Unexpected.

Like you.