Her smile
captured
taken prisoner by the little compact mirror
snapped shut
put back in the bag
her frown
made more noticeable
by yet another application
of scarlet lipstick
her words smudged
by its shade
FLAMING RED!
worse still
when no words are said.
I rummage
in her bag
snap open
the compact mirror
release her smile
by applying
FLAMING RED
to my own
lips
I kiss her
leave a large lipstick kiss
on each cheek.
'You cheeky bugger! '
she laughs.
'It's so hard to stay mad at you! '
'Come here & I'll show you
how it's done properly(improperly) !
She kisses me she kisses me she kisses me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A row centering on a kiss and a lipstick...what a conflict and what a resolve! I love her smile being taken prisoner by the little compact mirror. what a fantastic collation of detail to convery all its possibilites. I love the last line just getting lost in itself and that kiss. Flaming Red.. eh...must look it up and see what it does for me.