I have a special smile in reserve
For people like you; in cases like this.
It’s as wide as the canyon I
Would deign to push you into,
If I had the chance to; If it were just me and you.
Look at my teeth.
Stained Phalanx and tamed tongue beneath,
Barbed if you look closely –
If eyes are the window then the teeth are guarding
The ventilation shaft,
A path all the same, a smile keeping you entertained.
A grin of egregious submission?
Please. Use your intuition:
You’re facing forward to a single dimension,
From me to you,
Letting you know you can never get through.
Broad lips are splitting, upper lip twitching.
This is a smile of a bespoke fitting: just for you.
To let you know you can never get through.