if I smile now, it's involuntary
not thinking
the way one smiles at the laughter of children
lost in their joy
or the kindness of a stranger
unasked
having told me your secrets
we were more intimate than the touch of flesh
or the surrender of desire
and I am aware now that other men
having shared your body
will never know you as deeply
even in the distance
having been inside you
the unspoken you
is a sweetness that sustains me
and the smile that comes
will come again
- C. S. Winter
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