Tracing Your Mouth with Purple Lipstick  

Holding my hand steady,
I ask each wheel of your face 
Where we want to arrive. Smooth
Foundation around your eyes.
Mouth circled wider & wider. 
Purple as a carrot. Your porcelain bone.
I tell you I love doing other people’s
Makeup because I get to marvel at how 
Individual our features are. On my own
Face, my eyes whirl off into their own 
Biomes—- sprout roots. Become each 
A different animal. My dark eyebrows.
Now, the light hairs of your lashes.
Smooth chin where a crabapple tree
Once grew wild & sweet. What a pleasure
To be a visitor in my lover’s face. 
Running the doe foot across your lips,
I want to ask you to kiss me. Leave 
Footprints where I once had freckles.
Climb my nose like a cliff side. 
Watch the trees starting to turn
Septemberly gold. There are caves 
Deep as the worlds chest
Without as much to gather from
as your face. I leave each glance with
amethyst in my lungs. 
Run my thumb across your 
Soft skin as I tell you I’m finished.
We look in the mirror together. 
Our faces are round planets meeting
Where the universe puts on only dresses.