Crooked Teeth Poem by F.K. Preston

I love your crooked teeth
I love your crooked smile
I love your crooked shadow
And crooked sense of style.

I love the crooked marks
You bite into my skin
They look like little riddles
Like jokes hastily written.

I love your crooked canines
Your graveyard bottom row
I love your pushy molars
Your mouth's a one-man-show.

I love your crooked love
I love each crooked kiss
I love your crooked laugh
I love our simple bliss.

I love your crooked teeth
Because I just love you
By the grin on your face
I'd say you love crooked old me, too.