She leaned over the sink <br /> <br />her weight on her toes <br /> <br />and applied lipstick <br /> <br />in quick certain strokes <br /> <br />the way a man signs <br /> <br />his hundredth autograph <br /> <br />of the morning. <br /> <br />She tested a convictionless smile <br /> <br />as the lipstick retracted <br /> <br />like a red eel. <br /> <br />All day she left her mark <br /> <br />on everything she kissed, <br /> <br />even the air, <br /> <br />like intoxicating news <br /> <br />whispered from ear to ear: <br /> <br />He left it all to me.<br /><br />Connie Wanek<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lipstick-8/
