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.
Ode to Lipstick
Virginia Valenzuela 