Like a coin....

[ Heads ]

Rouge on your cheeks
Bruises in your purse
Wearing that black dress
to hide a transparent
white heart,
Beating me with yourself,
Wild eyed, Exhaling smoke
with a tattooed taste
for the sweetest sours,
Burn this poem
and glow for me,
Smeared red ashes and
Drifting lipstick lost
Weakened by life.

[ Tails ]

Bruises on your cheeks
Rouge in your purse
Wearing that white dress
baring the silhouette
of a black heart,
Beating yourself with me,
Still eyes, Inhaling smoke
with a piercing taste
for the most sour sweets,
Tears on this poem
glow for you,
Drifting blue drops and
Smeared lipstick found
Strengthened by death.