I find feral smiles intriguing,
especially the bits and pieces
of meat left sticking between the teeth.
You’ve dribbled a bit.
It’s just a rusty dot
on the front of your shirt
matching a blob
on your napkin.
I’m not the first to watch you eat.
Though I’m certain
I’m one of the few that observe.
Observation leads to fascination.
That’s where many get into trouble.
Fascination may lead to
softening the harsh lines
so clearly delineated by napkin stains,
perhaps even make
one want to trust.
I see where trust would get me.
It’s right there between your teeth.
I intend to be the only one leaving this table.
And I have plenty of floss in my purse
Song Choice: Hit Me With Your Best Shot by Pat Benatar.
This poem was inspired by the prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, Carpe Jugulum