The mascara that she put on almost limped along, but it stopped short,
think it was caught in the moment.

Looks to be like makeup was a free for all in the varsity hall and the guys were the worst criticisers.

It happens like this if we blink then we miss the drama.

Lipstick and gloss over the lips that cross over to me.

She never paints it on
if it can be drawn with a crayon on
a day on the river.

I row with the oars
she pours me a Pimms
each one of us grins
It's that kind of a day.

and home to the vanishing cream,
the dream of if something could seem
as made up as
makeup is
to me