Slip Of Lips~

If you knew

How to be a man

You would understand

That sometimes

My soul comes off

With my lipstick

When you press your fingertips against my mouth

 

But you always wipe it off

Without looking at the patterns

 

Lips are full of history

At the corners rest fables

Tiny, expressive muscles quirky with decades of movement

Fullness in berry, lush with character, vanity, temper, ripe with secrets

 

But you just b***h about its print

On your collar, and pluck my kisses from your jaw line

 

A white napkin stole my soul

And the coffee was as bitter as any other day

And I am left contemplating your cuff links on the napkin

Positioned between mulberry lips

Wondering if the lip prints will slip from your fingertips

And imprint in the leather wheel

As you back out

And journey back to the lie you share

With your wife

 

 

 

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Author's Note

~ouch~ I think I stung myself with those damn last lines~ btw this is a poem focused more on nuances of language and mood presentation than personalized content~

Reviews

[David W Moore III]

I agree with firewoman, i was holding my breath and not even realizing it. the first stanza is freakin (i know, a writer should use real words, but sometimes explitives are warranted) amazing. and i love the way the tone slides slowly to a bit acerbic at the end. a lip print, like a fingerprint is different for every person, as you hint at, a fossil of her history. how does one treat fossils, either with reverence and wonder, or with no respect. i think we know how this one treated.

[alan peter kelly]

we rest among the tendrils
between intermix

and cooling colour
of what has just occurred

oasis after lusty thirst
satiated beyond words

where captured moment lingers
in that lovely afterward

and lipstick smear
a fingerprint

that tells us
we were here


i haven't been able to write for awhile and know i must come back here to find, as always, my inspiration...

[Ed Hart]

ah, the old slick slip the lips trick slinking out the door

[Tommy]

Think he'll be looking back in his rear view mirror as that Mack Truck takes his life away...Lust on the mind, and a women scorned doing the wash, I don't think he'll see it coming...

Great Write Selene!
RLG,
Tommy

[Robin]

I always enjoy watching your eyes as they peer into that gazing ball of human things , then that tilty look , and shake of your head , and the ink pours ..

[Crowley]

Better put some ice on that...damn. Straight top the core with that one. As history repeats over and over again, the spurned wail and the cheaters justify in their own mind.....its crazy stuff really, but happens so often that maybe its just a natural condition made s****y by moral intrepetation....a breaking heart is pretty real though, so maybe not. Nice work.

[Jibey]

You capture well the feelings of the other woman and the interesting ambience of the clandestine rendezvous, with its hopes and disappointments, its expectations and excitement but its bitter coffee and blurred imprint. I loved the imagery and association of the lips and the lipstick... and the hard reality of the end

[JelliFyshKissUs]

Being the other woman has never looked so sultry. I have never seen lips tell so much. Absolutely adore this. It says more to me than a movie or a conversation with an ignorant friend could ever wish to say. And with that it shall be shelved.

[FireWoman]

If you knew

How to be a man

You would understand

That sometimes

My soul comes off

With my lipstick

I was unaware until I read the last line that I was holding my breath, it was THAT good. I liked the slap in the face wifey ending too!

[Amy Bumpas]

I do love that last line LOL! This moved sensually, like a secret
being kept, or caught...