Illusions

your face is a mirror
for all my faults
in you i see
what i hide in me
it reflects in your eyes
and pours out your mouth

your hands under a microscope
covered with my faults
in you i see
what i hide in me
the sex appeal
the 45 cent mcdonalds meal

your lips touching mine
creating my faults
in you i see
what i hide in me
bottles of wine
and pornographic thoughts