L0ve-mainly self-love

In the Sunday night bar
replete with voice and gestures
I hummed a home-made song
and swung my eyes
from here to there
in a clearing only three inches wide
across the bar a woman smiled
a smile
I lived on for a week

I smelt so sweet
showered with that smile
I filtered my coffee
with that smile
I buttered my toast
with that smile

I dried my clothes
on her smile
I laced my shoes with joy
and her smile

then that day I traversed in leaps
between her smile and her smile
I tuned my guitar
to her smile

I closed my eyes and stretched
on the bed of her smile
and when I dreamt
she saw my smile too