Lipstick Red

Like blood it flows.
Stains and soils whatever it touches.
Every Vein it flows through form bonds Unbreakable.
Like the Mystery of it existence unshakable.
Where did it come from again?
They say it spits Passion.
They say it spills Love.
Yet the world is full of strangers.
Like river it flows through each of us.



Lipstick Yellow

Like a furnace, it glows and dances into shapes undifine.
Burns whatever it touches, every path it treads with anger and thirst unquenchable.
Destroy everything and everyone for or against it.
Is that even...