Smile

A smile--
what's behind it?
Teeth, menacing,
growling,
curling lips housing a tongue--
which is really a sword,
if you know anything--
and trapping those words
which we are dying to say but
don't.

The eyebrow messages flying,
saying all those little things which 
cannot be heard
but can be read from the face,
an open book.

Whispers too soft to be made out
floating in the air between us,
between me
and your smile,
say the unthinkable--
"I love you."