My Lady's Countenance

If you smile to wide

 you'll eat your face

but that will never erase 

how you feel about your self'

with such distaste, m'lady.

Front and center, 

my mask fits my sin

but never to tight held by my grin' 

is the way you slide

those eye in my direction

I assure you my lady no jester am I

rather the sorcerer whose 

stolen your eyes, far from green bottle flies

who feast on the decay of
your lovers admiration

I fatigue at your prostrations

give in to the anger of your frustrations

as you weigh heavily the logic of

of my flaccid fallacy

Surely it is my effort that counts in such fantasies.