out of your perfect mouth
so the makeup ladies say
not a word
not a thought
not a hollow syllable
colored with my tint
my skewed affairs
the memory of us drifting
together happy, in autumn
if i could twirl a brush
over a magic elixir
and paint you
taint you...
why can't i touch the voice
though i have nibbled on the throat
why no vibrato in your sighs
no lingering on the tongue
why No...
why always No...