You left your lipstick on my yellow mug.
Even after you had washed it and dried it, there it was ---
that kiss you missed
an accidental rosiness on it's rim, like when
you burst out laughing at what I had said
flashing your bright red teeth at me, red
with the soft hearts of the berries
that broke our fast.
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