Skin of tarnished silver,
Arched forehead and
Welcoming handle,
His teeth, Four prongs,
Brandished like serpent fangs.
Beside him, sits his
Oval headed
Sister, Her empty palate,
Waiting to be filled.
Resting upon
My dinner table-
A fork and spoon.
its a nice messgae that ur tryin to convey however its not fufilling its true potential!
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I would like to translate this poem
No message. Just making the fork a male, and the spoon a female. Also, if you have criticism, please tell me WHY you have it, So I may fix the poem (if the concern is valid)