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.

[Poetic Beauty]

This was a great descriptive poem. the wording was done very well and creative.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I once heard a person say that they believe...love is not a feeling that can be at its strongest when together, but instead...peaks when you are apart and there is a longing to see that person again. his poem reminds me of that. I saw a person who needed validation of their worth and evidence that they exist in the life of another... and is not simply an escape from reality. There is so much to learn in your work. It would take hours to truly "get it". With every read there is a new discovery.

I wouldnt have it any other way....

[FamaSemperVivat]

I was ready for a fifties song when I read the title but I was pleasantly surprised, how beautiful and passionate this is. It just reeks of emotion, emits pain and sorrow, but also hope and love.

[Maya Storm]

Oh the lipstick on the collar... the cheating mans' giveaway...
"...that elemental kisses will remain so discreet...While a downward rain touches on bright faces" the imagery is so clear. I always love to read your description of a mood you make it so vivid with the words you chose.

[brenda]

this is really sad great imagery here too neva ! nice poem :)!

[Lily Mae]

"Imagining that elemental kisses will remain so discreet
Because on quick little feet they do softly steal"
This is just the magic I like...perfect again..x

[WatashLegend]

An enchanting call of truthfulness exists here and the bell is heard clearly

[Forest Green]

Thoughtful journey into the workings of the mind regarding what counts and what does not in the line of love and romance...very interesting writing throughout.

Each line is distinctive and unpredictable.

Nice work...!

[Letemdangle]

That shirt and it's collar remain as they were, from our last meeting.

[Clay Feet]

Wonderfully written, Neva. There are elemental truths of love within these lines. Many seek with quick little feet the shower of adventure, but it can be a dangerous rain in a dark forest where many cannot find again the roots of the tree they once climbed and in whose boughs once embraced love. So, the search leads to other limbs hoping to find that which has faded in the dark, wet, cold night. The clappers have disappeared, the bell rings hollow as the trunk of a fallen Oak.