Sunday, February 13, 2011

LIPSTICK



LIPSTICK


Lipstick in her pocket
And a train connection;
Foraging time, for flashes of ....
Something felt in dreams, once.
Left behind, distanced, Fool's golden palace,
A veneer of wasted moments ... wasted words;
Pressed between the pages now,
And sealed with lipsticked kiss






Maureen Walsh Feb 2011


Ciao for Now!

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