Lipstick on Your Collar

You may be a poet who rings a bell that exists in my memory
Warms me with words from the fabric of your vision
But like lipstick on your collar, I have been left undefined
Likened to a host of lips that make no decision

The warmest heart will shine after a shower of adventure
Then slowly passes to pick up what it can and will
Imagining that elemental kisses will remain so discreet
Because on quick little feet they do softly steal

Hurt runs into the fields beyond, looking for what is stolen
While a downward rain touches on bright faces
You may be a poet who rings a bell in my memories
But your collar does not hold my lipstick’s traces

Inside of your dreams there is a wide sea holding grace
It will give you back the one whom you love
Ring your bell into shadows of her sweet memory
I pray she hears you, that your love is enough

Reviews

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

I love this poem for many a reason, not for the metaphor for which Muse saw but for what I read into it. I see a man sitting behind his keyboard, typing away words of love, words of yesterdays gone by. For things he has let slip through his fingers if only he would give up something in order to retrieve what has matter the most. Always has and always will.

[Ruth]

Superb! So nostalgically sublime..an open soul/heart..defined..truly amazing love..there is such connection and yet such distance..wonderful work..going to favs :)
xx

[silentpoet]

Really, really nice work!

[unknown]

So precious and sweet to provide a caring spirit to one who dreams for his love....love the red!

[OT]

I love the way you describe things and explore ideas - "I have been left undefined
Likened to a host of lips that make no decision" - like that lipstick - the residue - the leftover mark - and I love the idea of elemental kisses - and who could resist "You may be a poet who rings a bell in my memories" - nice!

[Rene Velez]

really good Neva, probably my favorite so far from you..

[aweavers]

Coincidence indeed :)

A good read here. I think my favorite line is, "Hurt runs into the fields beyond, looking for what is stolen."

[Dream Weaver]

Ooo this was so cunning and strong. I felt the pain the
betrayal as well as the vulnerability...a respectful piece
of writing here Neva, again nicely done....

[Poetic-Theorem]

Wonderful, your simile / extended metaphor is marvelous, stunning imagery, so many emotions as well, great smooth flow, I love you original rhyming format, it always works wonderfully. Well done! David

[Aidz]

one word WOW... this one really did it for me Neva, for me this is your best write, this spoke, no whispered in my ear as your lips pressed close, so close I could feel the warmth from your breathe, when it finished, I looked for that lipstick but as you said it wasnt there

bella