Lipstick

Red

Like the blood pumping from my heart to my arteries,

increasing flow with every touch.

The color of my lipstick, or at least it used to be;

right before you took my breath away by kissing me,

silencing the mumbling of my fears.

Pink

Like my cheeks in the summer, all flushed with the warmth.

More importantly, the glow after you told me you loved me,

that nothing else could quite compare with the way I made you feel.

As my hand find its way to yours under the sheets,

we belong.

Orange

Like the last sunset of our lives,

or I mean the lives we thought we'd have for good.

Your silhouette against the background,

you tell me things I thought I'd never hear;

those things you swore that you'd never say -

"I love you, goodbye".

If the pieces become too small for breaking,

what else is there left to do?

Black

Like the darkness that follow

long after the lights are turned off.

The night crawling in as I twist and turn in bed.

I close my eyes and see you,

feel you, want you; in pitch black darkness,

I long for you.

You left me chapped, bleeding, all dried up.

My heart was not yours for the taking,

but you did anyway.

I hope she tastes my lipstick on your lips,

kiss her gently, slowly, then all at once, passionately.