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Lipstick

Lipstick on a coffee cup Perfume on my sheets Steam upon the mirror A towel crumpled on the floor Footprints in my bedroom Left me pondering Aching for more I miss you this morning Until then my love I’ll wait by the door

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Laura Breidenthal

Date: 11/13/2014 4:39:00 PM

Again, this fantastic imagery really takes me into the poem, and into the scene. Your poetry reminds me of short little film clips. They are mind teasing, interesting and often have a rather dark tone, which I really admire and find intriguing. This one in particular is awesome. This woman, long after she is gone, still lingers, and one still waits.. very cool. Always, Laura