Sincerity Wears A Crooked Tie

Don't think I'll ever be so sure 

 under this vermillion sky

cinnamon scented or otherwise 

Spotting an oddly

Fairly charming man

wearing a rather crooked tie

break down so quickly

and ever quiet 

you'd miss

if not for the porcelain face dame draped close to him

wearing the smile of a perfect madman

in sync

to a room drowned by calypso 

brimming happy hour drinks

only faltering as you take another glance

 to notice a stained cream glove 

smeared red

splattered maybe

speckled you'd think

but only spotted by chance

Assuming she's keeping appearance

Her plastered grin shows otherwise, 

But who would know

As someone simply passing by