Every Little Wrinkle

there she was,
just laying there.
every inch of her glowed,
like it was on fire.
she stretched a smile,
that went for miles.
even in the dark
you could make out
every
little
wrinkle
it made.
I knew then
that I wanted to see that
as often as I could.
that crooked thing,
that bent awkwardly to one side,
breaking into a full crescent
when she laughed hard enough.
a laughter that is more like melody.
a song that’s stuck in your head.