My gaze settles
on a dimpled grin
eyes laughing
amid the crowded din
Your eyes find mine
grow hooded,
and your smile
stretches languidly.
The din disappears
as we spin a web
between us.
Who is spider?
Who is fly?
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Shawn L. Bird 
Kewl one 🙂
Thank you. 🙂
I had a very similar experience when I met my 2-1/2 wk old great niece a few years ago. But in this case, I know I am the fly. I fell totally under her spell. 🙂
lol
What a sweet poem.
Thank you.
I love the last two lines:-) H x
Thanks.
I pondered that the last was redundant, but left it for emphasis.
Person to person interaction or is it person versus person. Reading you fascinating poem, perhaps the jury would still deliberate. Thank you for the taste of our sometimes quirky humanity.
My pleasure.
Love this piece Mrs Bird, did i get it right?
😉
… eyes becoming hooded … what a great image!
James. http://fryyourfriends.wordpress.com/
Thanks.
Bedroom eyes just didn’t seem appropriate, but that’s the look! 😉
”stretches languidly” … I love your poems. They inspire me.
I’m pleased to hear it, Sylvia! 🙂
nice!!!
Thanks.
love your writing, whether poems or articles, hell this one makes me wanna hop into the web
lol
i love it when u write in this style 🙂
🙂
I’m glad.
Intriguing!
Thanks, Rachel.