Lipstick



the candle's lit shadow

tattoos my silhouette along

some stone cave wall I allow to be 

your slow motion 

game


your lips, 

their instants 


each, like dead canaries resurrected

to salve my foolish child heart,

capture me again












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DannyBeatty
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