Six Swipes & a Smack
From Downtown Brown to Undead Red,
lipstick brightened her smile,
made her lips look like Marilyn’s (you know the one),
& its calling card always let her know which glass was hers.
Lip gloss was simply the ganache
on the entrance to her cakehole.
2019 April PAD Challenge: Day 11
It was her 3-second teeth whitener,
her lip balm on steroids,
her make love, not war paint,
but in its absence,
she was able to go incognito.
Her name was Vix—
short for Victoria (with a secret)—
and for something else,
for those who knew her intimately.
She left her mark on the world—
on her children’s cheeks,
her husband’s lips,
her lover’s letters—
a mark that one could define
as neither pink nor red,
but was called “Love is On”