Medusa’s Overbite

I looked past the ripples
in the reflecting pool.

Her image replaced mine.
The face of a chiseled
goddess, framed
with fiery red hair,
curled like a coital
knot of snakes.

Her dark eyes burned
       with desire.

I was seduced.

But, her ruby lips
parted, revealing
a gap between her
yellowed buck teeth,
a darkness,
            a blackness,
                         an abyss. 

Reality 
         is only the consensus
                    of similar 
                  perceptions.