Violet Lipstick
VIOLET LIPSTICK
She was . . . smiling into me,
Her eyes, in mine, asking me
"Sir, what do you want to order?".
I could not speak
I could only see
her violet lipstick.
I quickly, shyly, adverted my eyes.
I did not see that she was tall, shapely,
black-haired and pretty -
did my racial mind blink?
Not.
What does race matter
when it comes to beauty
and violet lipstick!
I have never seen it before,
violet, this exoticpassion hue
on a woman, a goddess,
or a black angel.
I thought she must have
beautiful eyes, but I could not
stop looking at her lips.
I mumbled my order
and fell
in love
with life
again.
Copyright © Fritz Crytzer | Year Posted 2016
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