Two Things Made Her Smile.

[tectak]

Nana creaked her way around,
memoried eyes brimming ancient.
Two things made her smile:
Love of God and breathing.
Tales tippy-tapped from her
butterscotch-syrup lips.
I buried my nose into her folds
and smelled eternity.
She taught me to see
where the world’s texture
is so very, very thin;
That I must take care
not to rip it
and let emptiness in.

This is one of the finest pieces of terse-verse I have read. The whole thing is an encapsulation of a short time slot....it expands however, upon reading like the unzipping of a compressed file. I can hear Leonard Cohen singing it
Congratulations....this is a nit-free zone.
So as not to be accused of sycophantism only a full stop requires a capital letter following; colon and semi-colon do not.
Many thankss for the read....really most enjoyable.