Her lipstick 'Rose Essentiel'
sat in twist top brushed gold,
bled from lips to deep wrinkles.
Licked teeth, a matter of habit.
I plagiarised King Crimson
' Larks Tongues in Aspic.'
She believed me bright, rebellious.
A young woman with possibilities.
She rated my fake,
gave me an 'A.'
And I knew self satisfaction.
Upmanship all important.
My street cred intact.
I miss the scent of Ma Griffe
smooth and old.
The look of pressed powder
two shades pale
and fingers that glide
over pink chiffon.