Theology in the Tease of Her Smile

it does me no good to pine,
within the oscillations
of this Conflict Theology
of mine. all of everything
is, actually, very moot.
without
her smile,
there is
no horizon
to my future
no fulfillment
to my hunger.
my life hangs loose on a vertical hinge
the land of plenty just beyond my reach.
you see,
every face is a blank
without the enigmatic,
vacillating presence of the tease of her smile,
which enables me forever to linger long
in daytime fantasies.