THE RED LIPSTICK WITNESS MARCH 2025

Swarovski20

Around mid-day walking moderately fast =coming back from a GP appointment.

 

Around mid- day walking moderately fast= voices- never ending conversation=no attention= rainy day.

 

Turned left- even faster- wearing salsa on my lips.

Salsa wore on my lips- a cheap one.

Big blue eyes staring at my lips- just in front- salsa wearing lips-

Looked sweetly into his eyes- and said aloud@ in Italian: Amore che bello che sei! It was him Swarovski.

 

My breathing got a big short- short breathing- we, staring into each other eyes= a car suddenly started producing its sound- as saying:  ‘’what is going on’’! the car seemed to say- not the driver.

 

IT WAS HIM- THE SOUND OF SILENCE- reaped in Italian- he could obviously understand: ‘’che bello che sei! Half a smile from him- half a smile.

 

He looked somehow sad. Elegant and deary

 

On a rainy day coming back from my GP – I felt a relief from those eyes and glance on my SALSA lips,

 

THE FIRST THING THAT CAUGHT HIS glance.

 

The salsa colour was the only one – witness of the enchanted short breath eyes meeting.

THE salsa colour.

 

The only man – I should have worshipped in the bedroom- underused- easily manipulated.

 

THE SALSA LIPSTIC WITNESS – AND THE SALSA COOKING IN THE OTHER ROOM.

 

He – Svarovski- opened his door and saw a salsa rigatoni in the stairs- waiting to be eaten.

 

Swarowski – that year was 2023.

 

The salsa lipstick witnessed our intense glance- a relief coming back from my sometimes very icy and impersonal GP- Practice medical Centre.!

 

The SALSA lipstick- speaking –

 

‘’CHE BELLO CHE E L’AMORE MIO’’!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Swarovski20 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 9th, 2025 05:59
  • Category: Reflection
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  • sorenbarrett

    Food and passion so easily intertwined. A poem of hunger. Most lovely



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