The lipstick 'Rose Essentiel'
sat in twist top  brushed gold
bled from lips to deep wrinkles.
Licked teeth were a matter of habit.

 

I plagiarised  King Crimson
' Lemmings'.
She believed me bright, rebellious.
A young woman with possibilities.
She rated my fake gave me an A

 

I knew self satisfaction.
My upmanship all important.
My street cred intact.
She liked my stuff

that wasn't mine.

 

I miss the scent of Ma Griffe
smooth and old.
The look of pressed powder
two shades pale

and her fingers that resembled 

pink chiffon.