Last of all she painted
her lips scarlet or coral
thoughtlessly carefully
following each
tender curve and dip
Then she pressed a tissue
between them
embossing either side
with half a kiss
Entranced eyes tracing
the glossy progress
he asked how she could
be so precise while
never ever looking
in a mirror
Gracing him with a weary
hazel gaze she said
after a beat
of silence voice tinged
with the merest
hint of disdain
I know where my lips are
Yes he thought yes
and so do I
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: US Library of Congress
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