Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Chapstick


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
  

2 comments:

  1. 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.

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  2. I'll give myself one of those mirror puckers the next one I see.

    And 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!!

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