Cracked
lips
Ridged
sore
Broken
By
the drying air
A
minor bit of bloodshed
Tiniest
amount
Escapes
the valleys formed
Along
this ravaged route
A
Bridge, chipped and frail
Connecting
voice
To
the driest drift of air
A
tender application
Smooth
daubs of Vaseline
Form
an even spread
From
left to right,
Smothering
Glistened in freshest glimmer
Lips smacking together
Pucker-kiss-stare
In the mirror
As if upon the stage
Angles
Angles
Everywhere
If only everything had such an easy fix, with no added tricks. But then we always fall through the cracks and suffer such attacks, yet do bounce back from the pain in the butt flack.
ReplyDeleteI'll give myself one of those mirror puckers the next one I see.
ReplyDeleteAnd boy, can I relate to the chappfed lips this time of year. in fact, yesterday, having decimated my chapstick to the nub, I bought a big tube of Aquaphor yesterday, so I'm on the mend now and lip-happy today.
Good one!!