Ode to Lipstick

How radiant, your Lustering lips
which pour sweet moonlight
onto our eyes for better seeing.
How sharp and well observed,
your Cupid’s peak distinct—
not quite Angel, not quite Diva—
a little Flirty & Perky Pink never
hurt anybody. Your Love Test suggests
Red Rock. The right to say, Viva Glam!
was all you ever wanted.
And me? I say life is good
when your lips are red
and your world, on an oyster,
is a lustrous grain of sand.