LipStain

he smelled before
he saw
burning still
against the
                    grey
wet tar, three rings of
                                        green
above the solid band of
                                        white

but

it was
red
that caught his eye
red
that plead the press of lips
red
that fought the need
to hurry past
to hurry on
to
    hurry
              by

bending to the ash
he could see
                       her
car-warm in the lukewarm
rays of autumn, left
hand extended
palm up
fingers flexed
in offering
to the untaught sky
                                    red
glove caressing  
                            white
a
    white
 burning billet that
she kissed with
those lips, with
those perfect
                         red
arched lips

a touch
one touch
of his finger to the
tip and he was
                          red
marked
              red
stained
              red
ruined

for the
             rest
of the day
©s rogers 10 october 2009

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