A glimmering flame etched with mirth, a chuckling breath hidden beneath green eyed madness. Stiffened scars tug as His lips pull back to reveal a feral grin that pins me down and leaves me breathless. Seeking solace, finding laughter, my heart sings in His presence, and my skin warms beneath His gaze. A razor’s edge has nothing on the flicker of joy dancing across His face, a teasing after-image that feels like staring at the sun. My eyes close in joy at His laughter, my own laugh is pulled into an intricate tango with His into the ether.
Each day I awaken with His smile behind my eyelids, and seek to inspire it again and again as each day ages, dies, and is reborn. I seek out making Him bubble with humor and joy the way the plants in my windows reach for light. His attention would incinerate others, but only forms me into a blossoming lily of flames. Until He awoke my spirit, I had long forgotten how to smile. Now my heart is ever grinning at secret whispers, holding His smile close like a hidden pearl, fueling me with renewed peace each day.