By Galadrial
Date: 2002 May 14
Comment on this Work
[[2002.05.14.12.21.27140]]

her lipstick

The smudge is tawny bronze---
not my brand,
not my shade,
and when I saw it
it made me blood slow,
then cool,
and when i kissed you,
I was amazed that I did not taste it.
Over, you say.
A mistake.
Never to happen again---
yet she is ringworm in your blood,
and forgive the fragile heart
for wondering
how over she could be
when you say
that love never dies for you.
Forgive me for wondering
if you will not grow too lonely
waiting for my life to slow,
and forgive me
for never wanting to find you
marked again by a brand,
a shade
a lipstick I never wear,
where another woman
marked the heart
you said was mine.