Faint lipstick, it dries and ties my mouth,
until my cheeks blush all the way down to gray.
Two pond blue irises drop in my silence,
your eyes flit to others and flutter away.
Then—oh Glory—you lift your hot,
smoking cigarette—I close my eyes,
and you blow smoke in my face.
And I walk through the glass haze
Though the foggy smoke fills my eyes
i can see your hand atop of mine
while you lean in and my bright red
lipstick mouth is satiated for the first time
by your sweet cherry words and turns
of phrase that carry me to sunset-kissed clouds
higher and higher and up up up—
Until the clouds thin out, and my eyes open reluctantly.
I can see your glazed, downturned eyes;
the smoke has cleared away.
My faint gray lipstick is back again, yes,
it’s here to stay.
Yes, I did wait until nighttime to write my first NaPoWriMo poem. I’m such a procrastinator. But here it is, my very first NaPoWriMo poem! Let me know what you think, but please bear in mind that a poet, particularly this fledging poet’s, ego is very, very fragile.
—NaPoWriMo poem #1