A guy smiles eight times a day on average
but I’m sure you could get some more out of me.
You’re a masterpiece I’m sitting on, not sharing,
hoping it won’t break because
nothing should be this perfect.
Please, smash in my face
and rebuild it with porcelain plated teeth
then listen to me shake
every time you walk through the door.
You’re a Russian doll -
it doesn’t matter how many layers of clinical blue fabric
I peel off with eyes,
you’ll still look the same; flawless.
'A guy smiles eight times a day on average'
I tell you with your hand so far into my mouth
I’ll be tasting knuckle for the next week.
'I've only seen you smile once' she replies.
I remember with her, it’s always pulling teeth.