#lipstick - Hello Poetry

But what if that's the only art I can make? You'll make another Better your heart Than the art supplies But what if I don't know how to love anyone else? You made me feel like I was worth something And now I feel like nothing

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Feb 5

Feb 5, 2026 at 9:50 AM UTC

Punklovergirl3

You might have been the only art I could make

But what if that's the only art I can make? You'll make another Better your heart Than the art supplies But what if I don't know how to love anyone else? You made me feel like I was worth something And now I feel like nothing

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I want her hair wanna steal what she wears wanna smell like her perfume do everything like her cause isn't she perfect the lipstick on her lips I wish I could kiss her to know why you love her

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Nov 18, 2025

Nov 18, 2025 at 10:25 PM UTC

giarose

CONANNNNNNN *SCREAMS*

I want her hair wanna steal what she wears wanna smell like her perfume do everything like her cause isn't she perfect the lipstick on her lips I wish I could kiss her to know why you love her

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Lipstick, kohl, lace-her careful art. Not adornments; they pierce the heart. Velvet sharp, her glow commands. No man tames what fire demands. She rises; storms beneath her skin, Burning worlds, rebuilding within. In her tempest, love must kneel, His surrender learns how flames feel.

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Sep 11, 2025

Sep 11, 2025 at 3:02 AM UTC

Marwan-Baytie

Weapons of Sweetness

Lipstick, kohl, lace-her careful art. Not adornments; they pierce the heart. Velvet sharp, her glow commands. No man tames what fire demands. She rises; storms beneath her skin, Burning worlds, rebuilding within. In her tempest, love must kneel, His surrender learns how flames feel.

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Red is the secret between us the slow swell of lips, the flush that betrays your longing before your voice can speak. It glows on your mouth, smears on my skin, a trace of hunger that stains deeper than wine. Red gathers where I touch you ******* tightening, thighs trembling, your *** darkening with heat. Every drop, every blush, every mark is a confession. You write it on me with your body, I read it with my tongue. Red is not just seen it is tasted, it is swallowed, it lingers between us like breath, like sin.

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Sep 9, 2025

Sep 9, 2025 at 7:16 PM UTC

Marwan-Baytie

Hymn to Red

Red is the secret between us the slow swell of lips, the flush that betrays your longing before your voice can speak. It glows on your mouth, smears on my skin, a trace of hunger that stains deeper than wine. Red gathers where I touch you ******* tightening, thighs trembling, your *** darkening with heat. Every drop, every blush, every mark is a confession. You write it on me with your body, I read it with my tongue. Red is not just seen it is tasted, it is swallowed, it lingers between us like breath, like sin.

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Many years ago, I purchased my first, Orange lipstick — Usually, I am quite sombre, Wearing only beige, white, or black, So I figured ‘orange’ would set me apart and be quite a lick! It has thus led me forth — Into coveting an orange jacket, which I'm now wearing, And buying an orange handbag. I now see brands picking up the mantle Of the orange love they're now sharing. Autumn is the best season, For featuring orange too, in its design, I love the turn of leaves and their multi-faceted hue, But hate the rake of time! The colour is also featured in the hit TV show: ‘Orange is the new black’ (OITNB), Though I sure won't be breaking and entering To wear orange on my back!

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Sep 8, 2025

Sep 8, 2025 at 5:44 PM UTC

bekahalle

Orange Lipstick

Many years ago, I purchased my first, Orange lipstick — Usually, I am quite sombre, Wearing only beige, white, or black, So I figured ‘orange’ would set me apart and be quite a lick! It has thus led me forth — Into coveting an orange jacket, which I'm now wearing, And buying an orange handbag. I now see brands picking up the mantle Of the orange love they're now sharing. Autumn is the best season, For featuring orange too, in its design, I love the turn of leaves and their multi-faceted hue, But hate the rake of time! The colour is also featured in the hit TV show: ‘Orange is the new black’ (OITNB), Though I sure won't be breaking and entering To wear orange on my back!

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I always check tomorrow's weather, so I can better plan the upcoming day, and rearrange my empty day's activities better: nobody tole me they usually get it w~rong no need to watch sports no more, cause when I do, somebody wins in the last second with a buzzer beater and so far, sports media still reports the "actual truth" about who won... Save myself three hours!!! but nobody tole me my debits ate somebody else's credits; confusing, but not my fault cause nobody tole me guess I'm a mess, but it's ok nonetheless, hehehe, yup be cause nobody tole me

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Jun 9, 2025

Jun 9, 2025 at 11:53 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

nobody tole me

I always check tomorrow's weather, so I can better plan the upcoming day, and rearrange my empty day's activities better: nobody tole me they usually get it w~rong no need to watch sports no more, cause when I do, somebody wins in the last second with a buzzer beater and so far, sports media still reports the "actual truth" about who won... Save myself three hours!!! but nobody tole me my debits ate somebody else's credits; confusing, but not my fault cause nobody tole me guess I'm a mess, but it's ok nonetheless, hehehe, yup be cause nobody tole me

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1-25-25 9:56pm sorry that my lips tasted like crayons when we kissed, my lipstick is expired

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Feb 6, 2025

Feb 6, 2025 at 1:22 PM UTC

nicolelaur

recorded from my uber ride home

1-25-25 9:56pm sorry that my lips tasted like crayons when we kissed, my lipstick is expired

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From the Prayer of Saint Ignatius of Loyola (see notes) <> the phrase grabs my eyelids, a forced opening, nay, a denial of closing, our most human and natural escape hatch and I wonder… is it self~slander, or is it the obverse, that explores a desire to enumerate honestly for what is…is… let the costs count us! is that it? merely poetry airy escapery, what passes for t r u t h in these dark days? <> the damning costs count me in their number!p as ****** <!> hapless victim of living, pondering ponderous divination of saintly defiant definitions of ‘greater good’ ’tis the difficile, entre the pill and the bitter, oh so bitter the herbs, for it is so plainly & so hard to differentiate, et distinguer mais être distingué(1) distinguish tween but not to be distinguished memories that are costs disguised, reverting as dreams, in the true~alone hours of the twenty four, when it’s just you, & fighter and worthy opponent them costs, who needs no definition tolling the steeple bells of utter anguish, as you're thre greatest living expert in these matters, (le plus personnel) the sins of action and transaction, And the worst, those truly heinous inactions, face off in opposition in the boxing ring <> and the costs paid, a savage skilled opponent, intimate of your every trickery, the bare knuckled brawler, whose knows, knows! the true tally, the bodies you’ve buried, the children witnesses to your creative abominations, lies you tell no one else, but yourself- every single day! the urge to cease here grows stronger by the second, minutes past and les défenses have risen, what disclosures revelations bring forgiveness? this my spotlight, caught in the headlights, where fessing up is in reverse, fessing down to the black bottom, where ugliness is the normative and vain attempts at denial offers no escapes from glutinous disgusting mess of gelled of nothing but the truth nah, you don’t want to know, what a human can accomplish in a short seven decades of decadence and recount constantly the costs of consternation <> so I‘ll let you retreat to the gray masses all your own where your very owned wonderings are intercepted for where I go now willingly, unfailingly, failing needing not, requiring not no company

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Jul 13, 2024

Jul 13, 2024 at 7:17 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

“and (not) to count the costs...”

From the Prayer of Saint Ignatius of Loyola (see notes) <> the phrase grabs my eyelids, a forced opening, nay, a denial of closing, our most human and natural escape hatch and I wonder… is it self~slander, or is it the obverse, that explores a desire to enumerate honestly for what is…is… let the costs count us! is that it? merely poetry airy escapery, what passes for t r u t h in these dark days? <> the damning costs count me in their number!p as ****** <!> hapless victim of living, pondering ponderous divination of saintly defiant definitions of ‘greater good’ ’tis the difficile, entre the pill and the bitter, oh so bitter the herbs, for it is so plainly & so hard to differentiate, et distinguer mais être distingué(1) distinguish tween but not to be distinguished memories that are costs disguised, reverting as dreams, in the true~alone hours of the twenty four, when it’s just you, & fighter and worthy opponent them costs, who needs no definition tolling the steeple bells of utter anguish, as you're thre greatest living expert in these matters, (le plus personnel) the sins of action and transaction, And the worst, those truly heinous inactions, face off in opposition in the boxing ring <> and the costs paid, a savage skilled opponent, intimate of your every trickery, the bare knuckled brawler, whose knows, knows! the true tally, the bodies you’ve buried, the children witnesses to your creative abominations, lies you tell no one else, but yourself- every single day! the urge to cease here grows stronger by the second, minutes past and les défenses have risen, what disclosures revelations bring forgiveness? this my spotlight, caught in the headlights, where fessing up is in reverse, fessing down to the black bottom, where ugliness is the normative and vain attempts at denial offers no escapes from glutinous disgusting mess of gelled of nothing but the truth nah, you don’t want to know, what a human can accomplish in a short seven decades of decadence and recount constantly the costs of consternation <> so I‘ll let you retreat to the gray masses all your own where your very owned wonderings are intercepted for where I go now willingly, unfailingly, failing needing not, requiring not no company

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Tessellation & Interstices **”A tessellation or tiling is the covering of a surface, often a plane, using one or more geometric shapes, called tiles, with no overlaps and no gaps…In mathematics, tessellation can be generalized to higher dimensions and a variety of geometries.”** the insistent need to be distinguished means many are not, indeed, this hunger to be an influencer and never just an influencé. creeply creates a linear surface, a flooring to be trod upon, a tessellated plane, were we each fit in right-tight juxtaposition and we are noticeable for our uniformity and the scuff marks of having been trod upon, well used. it is in the chips of irregularities, the overlaps and the gaps where we touch and connect with our individual Ah Ha’s, where our Venn Diagram Lives intersect, infect, interfere, inject, in the tiny interstices tween us, the jagged, irritatingly edgy rubbings that the friction of creativity is comedically inseminated. I love a good tense sweat, that invasive, deep boring burring, that demands instant creative solutions lest the angst of an unwritten-in-the-moment-poem is even more annoying, before it is annoyingly, befogged, lost forever. that is why with old age, fearsome fast short term memory loss, some turn to the speedy freedom of free verse, unconstrained by socks and well fitting shoes, and the slip on sneakers of rhyming, so insistent on perfection, that the burr is absorbed, the irritant rubbing is creamed away, and that loss of a pouring of the soul’s *********** of Done! is our exclamatory mutual curse

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Mar 23, 2024

Mar 23, 2024 at 10:26 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

Tessellation & Interstices (Free Verse for a Free Man)

Tessellation & Interstices **”A tessellation or tiling is the covering of a surface, often a plane, using one or more geometric shapes, called tiles, with no overlaps and no gaps…In mathematics, tessellation can be generalized to higher dimensions and a variety of geometries.”** the insistent need to be distinguished means many are not, indeed, this hunger to be an influencer and never just an influencé. creeply creates a linear surface, a flooring to be trod upon, a tessellated plane, were we each fit in right-tight juxtaposition and we are noticeable for our uniformity and the scuff marks of having been trod upon, well used. it is in the chips of irregularities, the overlaps and the gaps where we touch and connect with our individual Ah Ha’s, where our Venn Diagram Lives intersect, infect, interfere, inject, in the tiny interstices tween us, the jagged, irritatingly edgy rubbings that the friction of creativity is comedically inseminated. I love a good tense sweat, that invasive, deep boring burring, that demands instant creative solutions lest the angst of an unwritten-in-the-moment-poem is even more annoying, before it is annoyingly, befogged, lost forever. that is why with old age, fearsome fast short term memory loss, some turn to the speedy freedom of free verse, unconstrained by socks and well fitting shoes, and the slip on sneakers of rhyming, so insistent on perfection, that the burr is absorbed, the irritant rubbing is creamed away, and that loss of a pouring of the soul’s *********** of Done! is our exclamatory mutual curse

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I can still see your lipstick stains on my bedsheets I haven't washed them yet The memory is all I have left

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Jun 28, 2022

Jun 28, 2022 at 11:57 AM UTC

AGwrite

Unwashed Sheets

I can still see your lipstick stains on my bedsheets I haven't washed them yet The memory is all I have left

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I got this glittery, ruby-red, smudge-proof lipstick the other day and I really have to say technology is what separates us from the apes. Well, technology and hair.. and.. - ok, let’s not dwell on the ape thing. Remember when lipstick smeared like news-print? Well, neither do I - it was one of those old-timey things you hear about somewhere like phone-booths, CDs and smart republicans. What about the young teenage girls who aren’t supposed to wear lipstick - who put it on, in the morning, at their locker, at school only to discover - seconds before their mom picks them up - that it's practically non-removable? Try hiding your lips from your mom. I want breath-freshening, pizza flavored, jerk-repelling, morning-after-pill lipstick - that glitters, irresistably, like cotton candy *** snort If men wore lipstick I’m sure we’d have all that by now.

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Dec 6, 2021

Dec 6, 2021 at 8:26 AM UTC

anaisvionet

lipstick

I got this glittery, ruby-red, smudge-proof lipstick the other day and I really have to say technology is what separates us from the apes. Well, technology and hair.. and.. - ok, let’s not dwell on the ape thing. Remember when lipstick smeared like news-print? Well, neither do I - it was one of those old-timey things you hear about somewhere like phone-booths, CDs and smart republicans. What about the young teenage girls who aren’t supposed to wear lipstick - who put it on, in the morning, at their locker, at school only to discover - seconds before their mom picks them up - that it's practically non-removable? Try hiding your lips from your mom. I want breath-freshening, pizza flavored, jerk-repelling, morning-after-pill lipstick - that glitters, irresistably, like cotton candy *** snort If men wore lipstick I’m sure we’d have all that by now.

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With Her Lipstick on My Collar, and My Kisses on Her Soul. A restless moving Body, was eagerly shooting it's Goal. My Desires were on Fire, waiting to be Burnt. I kept changing positions, so all Her lessons.....She Learnt. It was Our weekend Romance, the Moon was no where in Sight. All Our clothes were scattered, in a room which had no Light. With all Our Chocolate Fantasies and a Butter Scotch full of Dreams. The Night passed away silently with Whispers, Moans and Screams.

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Oct 2, 2021

Oct 2, 2021 at 7:16 AM UTC

savio-fonseca

Lipstick on my Collar

With Her Lipstick on My Collar, and My Kisses on Her Soul. A restless moving Body, was eagerly shooting it's Goal. My Desires were on Fire, waiting to be Burnt. I kept changing positions, so all Her lessons.....She Learnt. It was Our weekend Romance, the Moon was no where in Sight. All Our clothes were scattered, in a room which had no Light. With all Our Chocolate Fantasies and a Butter Scotch full of Dreams. The Night passed away silently with Whispers, Moans and Screams.

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You would never tell that you would be unfaithful. But lipstick told me.

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Sep 13, 2021

Sep 13, 2021 at 11:48 AM UTC

dereaux

Tale of lipstick

You would never tell that you would be unfaithful. But lipstick told me.

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your lipstick lingering on my coat like wine, like blood. the lights shine and the music stops and there is the epiphany, your figure on the floor, on the road, in my closet. on the bed. on my bed. your hair like a prayer, your eyes whisper things that make the sky turn crimson. your hair, draw a map, a pattern of a faraway land. on the sheets. between the sheets. your face like a remembrance. your kisses are slow-paced. and it rises and rises and rises like fire under the ash. im burning. i dont mind. you're all I see. the way you laugh and make the wind shiver in jealousy. the way you see pain as beauty. and if you watch the moon I'll watch over you. if you fly I'll go with you. to the stars. right through the sun.

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Mar 9, 2021

Mar 9, 2021 at 8:08 AM UTC

neveragain

her

your lipstick lingering on my coat like wine, like blood. the lights shine and the music stops and there is the epiphany, your figure on the floor, on the road, in my closet. on the bed. on my bed. your hair like a prayer, your eyes whisper things that make the sky turn crimson. your hair, draw a map, a pattern of a faraway land. on the sheets. between the sheets. your face like a remembrance. your kisses are slow-paced. and it rises and rises and rises like fire under the ash. im burning. i dont mind. you're all I see. the way you laugh and make the wind shiver in jealousy. the way you see pain as beauty. and if you watch the moon I'll watch over you. if you fly I'll go with you. to the stars. right through the sun.

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i like guys... but i also like girls why? i dont know how could i not the soft curves and delicate touch my favorite lipstick, just can't get enough the sweet perfume and her lighting up the room the long legs and mischievous smile feeling things that took a while to fully process and realize that i cannot continue living lies now don't get me wrong i still like men but i can't resist my cravings for them

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Dec 27, 2020

Dec 27, 2020 at 5:40 PM UTC

imperfectstranger

bi-bi

i like guys... but i also like girls why? i dont know how could i not the soft curves and delicate touch my favorite lipstick, just can't get enough the sweet perfume and her lighting up the room the long legs and mischievous smile feeling things that took a while to fully process and realize that i cannot continue living lies now don't get me wrong i still like men but i can't resist my cravings for them

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i made up a fairy tale for her about me and tiredness (about us?) but she put on her lipstick she was glad to see me and took a bag with things we were supposed to spend the night together with the same story

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Oct 28, 2020

Oct 28, 2020 at 6:23 AM UTC

mstrugalski

again

i made up a fairy tale for her about me and tiredness (about us?) but she put on her lipstick she was glad to see me and took a bag with things we were supposed to spend the night together with the same story

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Take your favourite lipstick! Now, quick! Use maroon, vermillion, or desire, But it -must- be red. Take your favourite lipstick. Do you have it? Good. Write nuance on your knuckles. And kiss the world hello.

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Aug 25, 2020

Aug 25, 2020 at 9:19 PM UTC

hector-oliveras-garcia

Stop Whatever You're Doing!

Take your favourite lipstick! Now, quick! Use maroon, vermillion, or desire, But it -must- be red. Take your favourite lipstick. Do you have it? Good. Write nuance on your knuckles. And kiss the world hello.

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Blood and lipstick femininity - My heels crack concrete. Redder than wine - Smile in the corner, Snarl along the fangs. I bite what’s mine to claim it, Eat it whole and raw! Black dress, fiery hair, Hips like an empress, The undefeated conquerer. I know you think you’re king - Baby, I’m a lioness. You’ll eat what I hunt, Lick the gore from my lips - My slavering red mouth, My feminine blood and lipstick.

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Jun 28, 2020

Jun 28, 2020 at 11:31 AM UTC

K_E_Cummins

Queen

Blood and lipstick femininity - My heels crack concrete. Redder than wine - Smile in the corner, Snarl along the fangs. I bite what’s mine to claim it, Eat it whole and raw! Black dress, fiery hair, Hips like an empress, The undefeated conquerer. I know you think you’re king - Baby, I’m a lioness. You’ll eat what I hunt, Lick the gore from my lips - My slavering red mouth, My feminine blood and lipstick.

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Sweet Centerless Sixteen by Michael R. Burch Inconsolable as “love” had left your heart, you woke this morning eager to pursue warm lips again, or something “really cool” on which to press your lips and leave their mark. As breath upon a windowpane at dawn soon glows, a spreading halo full of sun, your thought of love blinks wildly—on and on ... then fizzles at the center, and is gone. Keywords/Tags: humor, light verse, sweet, sixteen, never, kissed, lips, lipstick, puppy, love, infatuation, flirt, flirting, short attention span

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Apr 14, 2020

Apr 14, 2020 at 11:09 PM UTC

michael-r-burch

Sweet Centerless Sixteen

Sweet Centerless Sixteen by Michael R. Burch Inconsolable as “love” had left your heart, you woke this morning eager to pursue warm lips again, or something “really cool” on which to press your lips and leave their mark. As breath upon a windowpane at dawn soon glows, a spreading halo full of sun, your thought of love blinks wildly—on and on ... then fizzles at the center, and is gone. Keywords/Tags: humor, light verse, sweet, sixteen, never, kissed, lips, lipstick, puppy, love, infatuation, flirt, flirting, short attention span

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Once by Michael R. Burch for Beth Once when her kisses were fire incarnate and left in their imprint bright lipstick, and flame, when her breath rose and fell over smoldering dunes, leaving me listlessly sighing her name . . . Once when her ******* were as pale, as beguiling, as wan rivers of sand shedding heat like a mist, when her words would at times softly, mildly rebuke me all the while as her lips did more wildly insist . . . Once when the thought of her echoed and whispered through vast wastelands of need like a Bedouin chant, I ached for the touch of her lips with such longing that I vowed all my former vows to recant . . . Once, only once, something bloomed, of a desiccate seed— this implausible blossom her wild rains of kisses decreed. Published by The Lyric, Writer’s Journal, Grassroots Poetry, Tucumcari Literary Journal, Unlikely Stories, Poetry Life & Times. Keywords/Tags: kisses, fire, incarnate, lipstick, dunes, ******* heat, lips, breath, sighs, passion, desire, lust, *** bachelorhood, recanted

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Mar 26, 2020

Mar 26, 2020 at 3:14 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

Once

Once by Michael R. Burch for Beth Once when her kisses were fire incarnate and left in their imprint bright lipstick, and flame, when her breath rose and fell over smoldering dunes, leaving me listlessly sighing her name . . . Once when her ******* were as pale, as beguiling, as wan rivers of sand shedding heat like a mist, when her words would at times softly, mildly rebuke me all the while as her lips did more wildly insist . . . Once when the thought of her echoed and whispered through vast wastelands of need like a Bedouin chant, I ached for the touch of her lips with such longing that I vowed all my former vows to recant . . . Once, only once, something bloomed, of a desiccate seed— this implausible blossom her wild rains of kisses decreed. Published by The Lyric, Writer’s Journal, Grassroots Poetry, Tucumcari Literary Journal, Unlikely Stories, Poetry Life & Times. Keywords/Tags: kisses, fire, incarnate, lipstick, dunes, ******* heat, lips, breath, sighs, passion, desire, lust, *** bachelorhood, recanted

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A baby's face, in bows & lace The blush of widened eye The muzzle of a unicorn The rainbows in a sigh. The shining pearl within a conch The place where virgins lie. The bubbles blown by teenagers The hearts on sleeves of same The subtle hue of lipstick With which they spell your name Shirley's locks & lollipops To them love's all a game! Fluff & play! Valentine's Day! Roses in her cheeks The colour of amoré If she lets you take a peek! Chocolate covered cherries In a golden foil box The colour of a diary Closed & sealed with locks. The colour of a fantasy Gold & pearl clocks. What a warmth this hue elicits! More charming than you'd think Innocent... explicit The exquisite color... PINK!

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Jan 15, 2020

Jan 15, 2020 at 2:45 AM UTC

SoulSurvivor

Pink

A baby's face, in bows & lace The blush of widened eye The muzzle of a unicorn The rainbows in a sigh. The shining pearl within a conch The place where virgins lie. The bubbles blown by teenagers The hearts on sleeves of same The subtle hue of lipstick With which they spell your name Shirley's locks & lollipops To them love's all a game! Fluff & play! Valentine's Day! Roses in her cheeks The colour of amoré If she lets you take a peek! Chocolate covered cherries In a golden foil box The colour of a diary Closed & sealed with locks. The colour of a fantasy Gold & pearl clocks. What a warmth this hue elicits! More charming than you'd think Innocent... explicit The exquisite color... PINK!

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