I just want him to see my red lip magic.
He kisses me hands free.
Pleather skirt, he looks past me.
An empty shell of the passion I knew once
upon a time.
Past your prime the lurking voice whispers.
So you try harder. You get smaller.
But his heart is cooled, you wonder if it’s just you.
What will it take for him to see
that red lip magic?
Alpha males, lusting for her
slammed against the door
but what’s it for?
Not you, his vacant stare suggests.
You lurk inside instead.
When did the red lip magic fade?
When did he stop seeing you for
that shining girl, that Aphroditic charm?
When did it all sift away, leaving only remnants
of the stunner you once were?
When did he stop kissing you hard in public?
When did he stop reaching for your hand, stop
finding you irresistible?
When did the red lip magic get wiped away,
a balmy stain left behind
of the lips he used to claim as his?
Red lip magic, oh I miss you.
