Decadent Lipstick Marks

They’ve been whispering at the office
Assuming
Hypothecating
Piercing him with suspicious stares

That Lipstick mark
Is an eyesore
on the shirt collar
of such model of a man

He smiles
like a champion,
he shoulders no guilt

He wears the mark with pride
ignoring prying eyes
unwavering
in
this bliss

There are like marks,
careless marks,
in the family car
Lipstick marks on the palm of his hand

Lipstick on the dinner napkin
And lipstick marks —

Red
Lush and lusty,
Licious —

on the rim of the seductive port wine glass

This Bliss
He cannot but notice
how electrified
he still feels
when he sees it crayoned

on delicate lips of his wife of thirty years.

Image by Beverly Lussier from Pixabay
First published as This Bliss on Medium.

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I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.

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