her jaw is slightly crooked.

it’s almost unnoticeable, but I can see,

between her top and bottom teeth,

the smallest shift in parallel lines.

I catch it when she vowels.

when her smiles breaks -

and settles.

I don’t think she even knows.

I don’t think anyones ever noticed.

but I can see.

I see with the awe of a thousand poets

and painters and worshipers,

philosophers, architects, artists,

lovers -

the blacks of my pupils

pool with every beautiful thing about her.

as she spoke I could see.