Lipstick

 

I can't think
When she distracts me
Like that
The lipstick she wore
Left impressions
On the glass
Where her
Lips touched
While she
Swallowed
Every last drop
I can still taste
The wine
Fruity with notes
Of oak and pear
Her perfume
Scented
The leather gloves
The ones
She left
On the kitchen Table
Last night
Before she went
Home to her
Husband


© Christopher Raine

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