Tuesday, May 17, 2011

How can I smear

How can I smear
The rippling-water, soaring-bird, boy-laughter colour
Of your eyes with the dark clouds
Of my smudged eyeliner?

You smoke your cigarette, I mine.
Thus I won’t smear
Your cool-glass lips
With my sweat-sticky strawberry lip-gloss.

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