Chef de parti

A scene from my time in France as an au-pair ('fille')

He billowed smoke from a thin cigarette
As he lent on the metal of a 'staff only' door,
Gazing beyond the kids
tormenting their fumbling filles
who still spoke with regiment at this time of year.
And across the pool, cobalt blue,
over the palm-lined wall,
fell his eye,
fell a gorge,
sheer & pointed, a waiting fang.