lipstick marks

shyly touched, softens a kiss

dance upon the tip of your tongue

clinging to the tip of mine

vapor, breath, secret warmth

you taste of coffee ´n caramel

lipstick marks… I miss them most

I use to leave your cup to keep me

company till you´ll return to me –

till we kiss again, till I taste you again…

Across the table, a lonely cup

with lipstick marks on the edge

and I´ll never see you again.

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