Black Lipstick
She hides her smile
behind black lipstick.
Her voice is low
and in between.
She smells of loneliness
and cigarettes.
She sings for me
when she is high.
She gets me higher
than my train goes.
She takes me low
and in between.
She's on fire
when she sings.
Her voice is smokey,
full of pain.
She sings of loneliness
and broken dreams.
Her dance is low
and in between.
She gets me high
and lets me down.
She kisses me
with black lipstick.
r ~ 4/29/14
Copyright © Rick Richardson | Year Posted 2014
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