Your lipstick still stains red the cheek
Near where your lips were mine to meet
But deep beneath your blushing shade
Lie my own layers of rougeish shame
One that delicate lips could 'err detect
For it was built by pride and negligence
But your Judas kiss betrayed this feeling
Leaving me lost and searching for meaning
Thinking that I may yet be able to let it go
If only for a second this moment to grow
Then with parted lips you again brush against mine
And I find no reason to conceptualize
When I can feel the living rhythm within our rhyme
