Sugar and Shade
Sugar and Shade
The lies we tell.
The little fictions that go so well
with the particular shade of lipstick we've chosen
for ourselves.
We decide those words don't hurt anyone,
after all,
how badly could it hurt to smile ever so sweetly and say, something , anything.
We must drip , must let fall, the tumbled rounds of ice,
for glasses.
Voice honeyed-thick , cigar smoke and molasses
"Tea, on the porch anyone? Perhaps here in the shade?"
and then it's
Midnight , magnolia, masquerade
rye gin and lemonade.
Tart, and sour, shifts of power,
the souls we sell,
not even our own.
Copyright © Jeanette Woods | Year Posted 2017
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