Smiling-free

If I could hold this smile,
daubed red and white
succulent but reserved.

I'd save that smile
for a few selected friends
set on the same voyage as me.

In smooth fluoride seas
where famous people go
for highs on life's rich portico.

I'd sail on a red and white schooner,
sooner to find myself
than drown at sea.

We'd bob and dip
and bob again in miles
of salt water, set free. He, he, he!!!