The Peacock.

Smile down the necks
of children circling
down the stairs
and around our feet.

With smoke curling in trails
around our faces and-
I will laugh at you
through the blue of my eyes

and the sweet candy-kiss
of nicotine-laced secrets.

And then- I will give you
the aching wonderment of anticipation
possibility and 'what if'.
Though you might turn to fight it.

And with or without
those smiles will be something
you cannot hide from.
They will follow close
and catch your eyes
when you pause to catch your breath.

In dive clubs of night;
in grasses of sundaze parks;
in daydreams;
those smiles will find you.

They will land inside your jawbones.
And the pleasant sound of perfect music
will seep inside your muscles
will penetrate your mind.