Vanity
Mirror-leather cheekbones and a smile belt
Hanging like a lucky charm on a girlish wrist.
Thick lashes to shelter the green I could only dream of
In painted reveries, while stringing beady sighs
Around the neck of the endless day.
Yet, I put more scraps of midnight
Into my pockets, on a quick touch of time,
And I let my gaze rest on the shape of you,
As your pace darkens into the deep.
I follow you, breathing in the foldings of the skin
That grew out of mine and lives on another.
Copyright © Witty Fay | Year Posted 2015
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