Lipstick Smear Poem by YURI DURAAN

I had breakfast at that place
we like to go to...

No-one poured my tea for me
it was just myself
I did not go with anyone...
It would be cheating to bring
someone else
to let him pour my tea,
this small gesture indicating
your proprietorship over me,
my body,
my submissive heart...

so, I drink tea by myself,
afterwards pressing the white
serviette to my lips,
looking at the print of my lipstick
on the white serviette,
seeing what you see
(my lips slightly parted)
everytime before you kiss me.