Mona Lisa Smile

She smiles.
A vivacious, curvaceous grin
Crammed full of pearly menace.
How many sins
Are hidden within
The cigarette-stained canvas
And a life soaked in gin?
How many men lost,
Eaten,
Each tooth an enamel-coated monument
To their fall,
Their blood staining
Her devilishly charming lips.
Who could resist
Such an enthralling, entrapping gem?
A gem that never speaks.
Won't give a peak
Into the wit behind those picket-fence teeth.
After all
If she could find some words
Some syllables to string
She'd tell them
And then have nothing left
To peddle,
With which to entice or
Keep you hanging,
Dangling by your feet
And heart and mind
And soul.
Why throw that all away
For a word or two?
An I
A want
And a you.

Loosely tied to 'The Ballad of Mona Lisa' Panic at the Disco.