there were finest dishes,
people of noblest kin,
laughs and smiles everywhere,
the day I sat beside you.
Of all the people,
i clearly saw your innards,
how the butterflies smothered you
and your smile tasted all sours,
you've layered the plum lips with mild-red of colors,
and the shadows of your under-eye bags with whites,
the frown of your forehead with also sorts of that,
so everything hides inside..
so the slightest guess of it I wouldn't have..
oh you should see,
beneath my crescent smile,
there were the thoughts of all those..