Profane

I was the Christian

I was the man with all but good intentions

I was the straight man

The exotic demeanour

But a living demeanour

—A flaw uncorrected

Yes, a figure in your head

Your figure of speech

Your fantastic fiend

Of eyes untranslatable

Unequivocal misunderstandings

Materialized in flesh

A fading image, then

A quick-to-burn idea of self

Your fake mirror

However, yours