Lipstick Reveries


Mother Nature's Maybelline:
An eyeliner shaped by the winds,
Freckles a beginner's exercise in calligraphy.

Top-heavy tears plummet,
Kohl-rimmed and icy.

Crimped inner eye corners,
Circumscribed in snowy powder,
Brighten molten blush skies.

Liquid flips and twirls, winding its way down unfurled lashes,
A wobbly, effervescent shade of emptiness not worn by many:
Admired by all.

Grainy cheeks smoothed and sealed in until the first thaw.
Earthy eyes gleam among the swirling motes.
Icicles yawn and extend, mascara of the simplest sort -
Time stops as I look at Her face.

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