The wink.
Playful.
Lovely.
Beautiful.
Something that I can't do.
My face, unwilling to go through the contortions.
My cheeks somehow not following my orders.
Both eyes blinking when only one is supposed to.
Maybe because I love extra hard.
That is why I wink with both eyes.
Maybe like my feelings, everything gets messed up.
Nothing under my control.
Like my heart, my face doesn't obey me either.

I do like to travel.
And stay in seedy motels.
I am comfortable there.
I’m a farmer in the middle of a cornfield

i caught
the midnight sky
winking at me
as i walked
out the front door;
its clouded lid
falling upon
that bright
but waning eye
for the briefest
of moments

it is hard
to know
if this was
a gesture
   of endorsement
a translunary "attaboy"
   of encouragement
to keep walking
this path
less travelled
or an accusatory
reassurance
despite
   the ambivalence
that my secrets
would be kept
by this
ever-watchful
stellar companion

Gimme a wink, gimme a view...

And I will like all of your poems!

n' that means YOU!

It's the winkers you wanna watch, not the wankers
A ****** is a ******...is a ******
But a winker's not a ******
A winker knows, Yea! he's in the know
And what's more he knows that you don't know
When he sees you coming, he winks over at his friends saying
"Hey look! There's a boy coming and he don't know
We'll have some fun with this one.
But such is life... such is life.

P.S. I'd keep an eye on the wankers too, all the same.
(Myself I'm confused, I'm just a Winky wonky ******).

People don't know how to flirt in Fall

wink left
wink right
wink out of sight

I bat both eyelids.
She attributes motive and winks.
The right moment to think!