HERE, WHERE I AM: lipstick

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Sunday, April 11, 2010

MaGPIE TALES: SMOOCHES

(MAGPIE TALES)

Smooches

My first tube of Tangee
lipstick tasted like Florida
sun and turned my lips sun
-kissed as citrus,
turned my head
again and again to look
at myself in the mirror.

I blew a kiss
to my image,
as if I were Sandra Dee,
holding my Tangee
tube inside my fist
like ammunition!
I was going for the heart,

watch out world,
I warned,
prissing around the house
till my mother said wipe
that lipstick off now
and come help
me fix supper.

The dishes done,
I headed back to the mirror
to turn my lips
into Lola's (whatever
Lola wants,
Lola gets)
and daydream about
all the lips waiting
for me to kiss.

Over 50 years passage
I blow a kiss
to that girl in the mirror
who blows it back,
teasing me,
Pucker up, Babe,

And don't ever
leave home without
Avon's Spiced Coffee
or Cover Girl's Sultry Sangria!