The problem is that the make-up is blinding
The issue being I can’t see you.
You ran away from natural
Because you feared earthly was dirty
So you bask in artificial powder
Which makes you sparkle in daylight
But to be washed down
In night-time shower
To bring you down to the same earth.
I try to tell you I can’t see you
Only to be left wondering
What a feast it is in powder-basking
when you ask me
how you do look