Tuesday, March 6, 2018

the lipstick on his collar.

pressing perfume
deep into décolletage

like high heels on 
office tile

blinking sensual alerts of

power needs
corner offices
pay distribution 

how we ache, long
to be smelt, tasted 
red wine 
on fervent lips 

yet when we 
ask you to stop—!

“biologically 
desirable”

projected into
the hierarchy
flaming hot we’re

screaming power quests of toxic masculinity and

in the back of our mouths
whispering helpless legalities like

twisting tensions
around our 
bodies, into
our wombs 

red lipstick 
on your
shirt collar
still pays the bills 
too often 

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