Staring up
at blurry faces
First, those tender
loving mauves
Just gone
through quick hell,
Fast heaven
Followed by
smoochie, rough
Five o’clock
shadow
Placed
delicately on my forehead
After
watching those rambunctious
Sibling slobberers
surround me
So
attentive
A few bright
red lipsticks
From future
mentors
Coloring my
cheeks
Liquor
breath on top of my head
From a
smiling celebrant
All waiting
for me to return
The favor
with
A wink or a
coo.
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