Sauce

	Not that devious grin in your eyes, Or the way your nose is almost crooked, Or that perfect up turned smile, But on the edge of your lips- Sauce- Sloppy blotches of it told me I had fallen head over heels for you. -Jason		A few drops from the vial And I watched it change From clear water in a pan To something deeper Richer Capable of dark things. It twinkled innocently And we served it To so many With meatballs and spaghetti -Nikita