My lipstick is the color
of autumn leaves;
it holds the stains of autumn
upon my lips;
Oh, how Dark Angel
Loves to kiss my lips,
My old lipstick does the trick
But only in darken dreams.
- Judy Emery © 1990
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
YOU ARE READING
MOONLIGHT IS TRYING TO SURVIVE
FantasyThis is another poem book of poems of the past.
