Rouge à Lèvre (poem) by Bernice Angoh on AuthorsDen

Rouge à Lèvre
by Bernice Angoh → (All Poetry by Bernice Angoh)
Rated "G" by the Author.

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(Rouge à Lèvre is French for "Lipstick. She was in love with someone who didn't know she existed. He was a painter, she was a plane Jane, no! she could never let him know how she felt. But she'll wait everyday when he left his studio to walk past him--maybe someday he'll notice--just so their shadows would touch at that line...)

We’ve never met never shared a glance but my world has become entangled in the wild of your hair and like a seedling I thirst for your affection... From a secret window at a pocket of my heart I watch the curve of your back the ease with which each stroke creates the infinite colors of me perhaps? I wish… Caught in a web of seek and go hide I’m no longer mine yours instead... Another evening falls upon this boulevard Another secret rendezvous I must hurry I must go to the one I long to kiss To have our shadows cross again that line when we become one… and for a moment the scent of you all red with passion paints a kiss like lipstick upon my lip ( ...CRUSH ...) Copyright © 2008 by Bernice Angoh

Reviewed by Nahsang Jones (Reader)

Reviewed on March 22, 2008

Where do you get your inspiration from? I really need to be more eloquent when I write a review on any of your poems but more often than not I just want to gush spontanuosly about how they've moved me, sometimes for no particular reason...like this one right here. Its simply beautiful

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on March 21, 2008

Beautifully recited tale of wishes and hopes....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Ann Marquette

I have to giggle Bernice and smile that my artist friend inspired this writing. I don't think his girlfriend will be too jealous :-) he he he.
Good write...

Reviewed by John Leko

...the words of one...paint lips of romance...to hold the secret color of two...in permanent passion...never fading.
very well written Bernice...
John

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Such great imagery in this one...
Cryssa

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Oh! those secret evening summer rendezvous about the shores of the Paris Seinen under the archs of the bridge going to the Invalides...
Don't remember the color of the rouge...but how it taste.........

Georg

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

See you in a crater . BTW I just finished watching Stardust, don't cross the wall...

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Good Morning Bernice
YUMMY!! An A Teasingly Sensual Delicious Delight With My Coffee :)
Embraced~Embrasse'
poétesse de beauté sensuelle (poetess of sensual beauty)
Vickie