Lipstick

I take it distracted
a habit abstracted
from poorly hidden vanity
from which I seek neither excuses
nor false alibis

And I stop
from magic with the mirror
a dull mirage but true
in the listening
that lands on me
dense and creamy
like an impulse brush
paints lips
softly gaping
as if to receive you

soft velvet
on my fleshy lips
intense balsam
to absorb so slowly

lips
only offered
in innocent touches
to absorb the color
or rather the shine

but in my thoughts
modestly hidden
I warn it's not the only
trick or decoration
for me

that touch
and that his languid touch
are a moistening sin
that already wraps me to lips
that aren't
mine.