Lifes a Breeze

 NOTE : I wrote this poem in response the the Mona Lisa.  And i could not make up my mind between the two titles, so I posted both.  I have never identified with a piece of artwork more then the Mona Lisa.  It is truely and masterpiece.  I love her secret smile, and her knowing eyes, its like she's looking at you, and analyzing you, instead of you analyzing her.  I see her as a spunky, flirty, knowing, witty lady. and I like that she doesnt give it all away at first.  She almost holds back, suss-ss you out, and then stares boldly. She's got a story to tell, and I hope it tell it right. Okay, enough rambling...

Mona Lisa Secrets / A conversation without Words.

The front door opens, calm and swift
Her heels, confidently on beat, sounded down the hall.
To a Questioning look, from her significant other,
She turned her head as iff to say
"do you really want to know?"
His insistent glare was all he countered
She defied gracefully, by crossing her arms. 
From my post under the stairs,
Through the crack, from another story, cupboard
One eye could see her secret smile
Two ears could hear her tight lipped silence.
How eyes could tell so many stories
Yet never reveal the ending,
I'll never know.

Screaming out into the night
Hands grasping for truth
Words tumbleout
To empty ears
Spilling lies and truths alike.
Speak! Subconscious mind
Everlasting tales
Perching on edge.
Cold, night listener
Keeping notes,
Our little secret
Forever not be told.

Smelling your scent
Is one of lifes imple pleasures.
Citrus, musk, cigarettes.
Your hair is ruffled,
Shirt creased,
Little imperfections,
Untill
Your eyes open.
Chocolate brown
With swirls of carmel,
Black lashes
Lushly flitter.
Suddenly, the world is right
Side up.
Your eyes
Make me melt.
Everytime they open,
My heart flutters.
I get lost in your eyes
So deep,
Like staring into the Wonka Chocolae river.
So sweet
One taste isen't enought.
I am addicted to you.