Lipstick

lipstick on dresser

Cold, tight hands lift..hair wrung…pulled through fingers.

Fallen fabric at the ankle…

Toes on tips and stretched..heels up, tight calve..long, high and tilted under neck..tugging thin pieces of skin bitten between teeth..

Tasting every space.

a flash of time..

a flicker of light

suspended in Now..

the moment

a float

a hover

a jolt

you and me..                      just us two…

Blushed, Flushed….Berried

Breathless

………….Ruby chin; stained from my lipstick.

Silver wrought iron post, smudged from your grip.

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Janelle Monae’s Interview with SoulCulture

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