Just had the thrill of listening to my poem “War Worn Lipstick” on the sizzling podcast, Blood & Jazz.
It’s amazing to hear your words read with passion by another, and I’ve got pink cheeks from listening in.
War Worn Lipstick
Just give me my war-worn lipstick,
the deadly one I’ve battled in,
hemorrhaging red, a pucker-up patrol,
that won’t medevac their dead.
Face, the front-line of fornication.
Mouth, a fiery wick of flame.
Please pop by here and give the rest of my poem a listen. She’s a bit naughty but oh so nice, this one. Cheers!
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Artwork: Thomas Oliver “Bloody Lips