Power

A smile

breaking, like a wave,

like a whitecap on a windblown sea

it washes her face

in loose supremacy.

It creates a diversion,

turning heads on the street -

creator of an accident.

Creates the accident and picks it back up.

Sacrifices are made to this smile,

sacrifices of riches,

of intellect.

A sacrifice of uncommon blood

made to that innocently demanding smile.

It knows each passage,

each gateway,

yet it hovers

above reproof.

Welcoming every reason as its intention,

it wordlessly sweeps away blame,

casting it off 

like a diadem in the sand.

It reaches for

and touches.

It commands and is given.

A surrender of innocence,

a venture for elegance, 

an attempt

to meet the standard of a bar that is constantly rising.

The smile is a luxury,

casually sumptuous.

The crown jewels in the black market,

Circe perusing the supermarket

casting spells upon the eggplants,

the brussel sprouts,

the pears.

This smile. . .

this smile.

Hers.