Portrait Eyes

Look’n through portrait eyes
See’n clear-wise, all un-wise
In their blatant disguise;
In my habitat domicile,
Pigment stays; oil expires
Feelin’ thin, I oxidize

I seldom move my mirrored pose
That sobriety hath imposed
Ponder the half burnt ash
Claiming my wall mate’s nose
Facet, surface, shell, indoors
Her face too a wanton repose

Upon stair wall aspire
Breezed past me those
Up stair scale much
Petulant haunts a’ flush
Ascending in feral rush

Lie vertical, cast no shadow
I feel none their touch

Portrait eyes
Seldom cry
From dusk until dawn

Yet lovers above
At full tilt, begin to weep
When sheath of night
Is gone



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