Lip stick stains the flesh of the mouth
The rim of a glass
The side of a straw
Coats the flippant strand of hair leaving little red streaks on the cheek
It melts in the sun, dripping into the mouth with the taste of wax
It brightens the white of the teeth and shadows the black of a bruise
It compliments the eyes, those brilliant blues
That cupids bow dripping red from a swollen nose burst brighter
Shadows and contour that girl is on fleek
That little red tube is nothing if not unique