Lipstick

there have been other women

here. I keep finding

cosmetics that don’t belong to me

between seat cushions, spots of powder

on the bathroom sink

the trace of perfume on my pillowcase

not quite right

will you dream of me

if I wear these new colors

fuchsia, rose flame

your face pressed into her jasmine scent

see me tonight

 

 © Holly Day

 

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