On A Low Note

On a Low Note

Com­mon­place whores slip eas­ily from lips;

Plum cherry or some dizzy­ing shade of

Brick. You loved to suck on fla­vor­less lip–

Stick. I miss my addic­tion to Chapstick.

I miss the love. Gen­uine. Deeply Felt.

Copy­right © 2011, Tynisha C. Leo

ABOUT THE POET

Hi there, I’m Tynisha C. Leon, writer, West Indian, mango-lover, founder and editor-in-chief of DASHEEN mag­a­zine — the online des­ti­na­tion where cul­ture feeds imag­i­na­tion. Join the cul­ture con­ver­sa­tions on Face­book, Twit­ter and Tum­blr!

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