A stretching of cupid’s bow
my smile flirts with you.
In convivial aloneness
This smile can comfort few.
A lengthening of the labia oris,
Might lead that you be mistook for savant,
All recognise a smile in kindness and idle wisdom.
But perchance I allow me the liberty
of stretching cupid’s bow in my mundane appointments
you’d doubtless regard me effete.
Am I not a picture of perfection with a smile?
Hausfrau perfection or glazed magazine model perfection !
But Wall Street smart ? Authority figure smart? I reckon,
not with such facial affectation.