Like candy or chocolate in a store,
With lipstick I desire more,
To glide that coloured bullet,
Across my lips,
I must tell you this:
I love reds, pinks, purples and terracottas,
Autumn shades and summer shades,
Sheer and glossy,
Or deep and intense,
Just about any lipstick,
I have fallen in love with,
Like millions of other women on the planet,
Who celebrate their beauty with lipstick,
For they see fit to look beautiful,
And love themselves and their lives,
For that wax colour in a tube is an addiction,
It is like the sweetest rose,
That grows in the sunlight,
And is a beautiful picture,
Just as a woman in a painting posing,
Her lips painted crimson,
Like a lonesome rose lost in a storm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a storm of passion.. with each ship.. oceans passing... living blues imbued..iip