Damn, your teeth-
your sharp teeth,
through which I can always escape,
though only to rest again
out of breath
upon your dinner plate.
So there we are,
preditor and prey,
face to face.
You with your yellow eyes,
those laughing yellow eyes.
Have I ever told you what my eyes see
as they peer into yours?
roses.
All roses in my head.
Red and yellow and white,
a field of roses
as you try again to consume me.
I always go with a smile,
don't I?
Arent I always twisted into a sick grin?
After all, who can do anything but smile
when all they see is roses?
Yellow and red and white....
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