Red Lips on the White Rim

Red Lips on the White Rim

A Poem by E.A. Spain

Red lips on the white rim,

She’d left there on the solo cup.

Siped so softly,

Smiling every time she lifted it up.


Drunk.

I was drunk.

In her, in love.

In it all.


We were in the mix, in a party full of the young and horny,

Bodies grinding, liquor pouring,

Pong balls bouncing off the wall,

Jungle juice spilling and music blaring.


And all that I noticed was how she left Red Lips on the white rim of her solo cup.


And how she left red lips on my right cheek,

On my neck, on my lips,

After the cup touched hers.


His eyes caught me up.

The greens in contrast to the browns in the skin

Something in his eyes told me that he knew all of the things I wanted to know

And I had to feed my interest as it was piqued


He told me about his life and the things he loved

And i loved the way words came out his mouth

and i loved even more the way those green eyes looked at me with intense curiosity.

….

Nothing around me mattered.

The music.

The talk of the people.

The sound of beer pong..


All was muted by the essence of the boy with the green eyes

So i grabbed a cup of jungle juice and sipped it slowly-

-And i was swept in

by his eyes:

they were strongly gazing at my lips for awhile now and i couldn't help but give in

and i so i was consumed face first



© 2018 E.A. Spain


Author's Note

E.A. Spain
this was a collaboration i did with an old friend Kah'lil Newton on April 11, 2016. The black letters is his writing and the indigo is mine. I apologize for my awkward punctuation.

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Once again you take moments ('in a party full of the young and horny) that appeal to us, that are experienced by all of us and you give it voice.

The motif of the 'solo cup' that later gets red lipstick on it is a clever use of imagery.

The beauty of this poem is that, this could have been any party or any other social gathering,
and cups and teaspoons and knives and forks and plates could have been left in the aftermath; and anybody will never guess the romantic dynamics that took place; but it is how you tell the detailed story of how that red lipstick ended up there 'on the white rim of her solo cup'
that is genius and refreshing.

This is another classic collaborative work involving you, Miss Spain.

GOOD ONE

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This was entertaining to read. Two versions of the same story. Well written.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Once again you take moments ('in a party full of the young and horny) that appeal to us, that are experienced by all of us and you give it voice.

The motif of the 'solo cup' that later gets red lipstick on it is a clever use of imagery.

The beauty of this poem is that, this could have been any party or any other social gathering,
and cups and teaspoons and knives and forks and plates could have been left in the aftermath; and anybody will never guess the romantic dynamics that took place; but it is how you tell the detailed story of how that red lipstick ended up there 'on the white rim of her solo cup'
that is genius and refreshing.

This is another classic collaborative work involving you, Miss Spain.

GOOD ONE

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

nice writing, it displays depth in terms of content, i also like the unique title

Posted 2 Years Ago



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Tags: imagery, story, solo cup, collaboration, red lips, green eyes

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E.A. Spain
E.A. Spain

Grove City, OH



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