when you smile
i notice
you crinkle your nose then
like a little boy looking at his least favorite flavor of ice cream
you purse your lips as you erupt in laughter
like a baby just after he sucked on a bright bitter lemon
and when you erupt it is either
beautiful,
rich with deep indigos and tranquil azures
or chaotic,
jumbled with violent scarlets and lurid corals
and the palette is
what holds me so
when you erupt, it is an explosion of color
and the impact is
what breaks me slow