My Eyes of Brown

I notice the lost glances of turning heads

Locked in their starry-eyed gaze,  

That I don’t acknowledge 

Unless I see beauty 

That matches my own. 

But who am I kidding, 

They could never handle ♠♠ ♠♠♠ ♠♠ ♠♠♠♠♠, 

My globes deserving of all the praise 

The stars have ever shown. 

When I look in the mirror, 

The most handsome man ever known 

Stares right back at me,

Giving me no choice but to thank 

The alignments that danced in harmony

To the chords of their own melody - to create Me. 

Others can only wish to fly so free, 

Head held up high, shoulders as broad as the open sea,

With a self-obsession that even Narcissus would envy. 

My ego turns my arrogance red

Like the infatuated, blushing cheeks I see, 

Taken aback by the sounds of my soothing decree: .  

“Oh, how others wish they could climb my oak tree. 

Oh, how others wish they could possess the privilege 

Of running their fingers along the perfection 

That Aphrodite calls my body.” 

         October 24th, 2024