You Don’t Want To Be Freud’s Valentine

When you turn your face
inside out
you see who you really are

your smile looks
so very ugly
from the inside

your twinkling happy eyes
are a terror
from back here

that wondrous pensive look
hides in a nook
and cowers

your cute little dimples
are forbidding mountains
no one climbs

your lips are dark caves
not even bats
call home.