LIPSTICK
LIPSTICK
My lipstick is the color
of autumn leaves;
it holds the satins of autumn
upon my lips;
Oh, how Dark Angel
Loves to kiss my lips,
My old lipstick dose the trick
But only in darken dreams.
Poetic Judy Emery © 1990
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