Split personality

Is presence seemed the norm
the morning welcomes, steamy
in its portrait blurred, it sees everything
passions breath from sensualities despot
 lies and treachery, pleasures gain
to touch of frost, the smiling grimace
for none can see the crack, highs and lows
for it divides the married hidden split
its fissures are a perfect match
filled with the grout of loneliness
persona with its light and black
but in reverse with a hidden crack
a cloud of condensation laid
which side, the cleft revealed today