I found
black dots of mascara falling off your eyelashes today
you’re still perfect
no matter how many times you take the same picture
in the same room
with the same perfectly dolled
face
no matter how dark the sky is behind you
the beauty rays of light
illuminate
your scrumptious lips

The light hits my skin different
the sun would never
leave behind traces of love
I have yet to see the same artistic expression
during the day
This contrast
leaves blisters on my hands
Waking up under a spell
my feet hurt
Photographic memories of you
make love
to my soul  
Full of dreary absence
and dozy
my large tears brim
Let them fall