Who stands there
with a unilocular smile
Between my tongue
and pouting of the mouth
Giving a muted feed
of your subdued presence.
I used many measure of the floss
To do away
the dentine plaque, but
You always did me something
Sitting
Into the gaps of my teeth
© Tapeshwar Prasad
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Splendid imagery enhances this challenging poem.
Conjures up images of visits to the dentist , though of course the poem itself is on a different level which is surreal and metaphysical.