I tried to get the stain of her lipstick out my mind,
I failed.
I stayed like a cup she had drank out of,
I rubbed the rim of me, with a tissue, still the mark rests,
deep-crimson.
I tried to get the stain of her lipstick out my mind,
I failed.
I stayed like a cup she had drank out of,
I rubbed the rim of me, with a tissue, still the mark rests,
deep-crimson.
Issa A. Dioume 