***This is a poem first written in the mid-90s; then it was redone in 2002.”
There’s lipstick on my soul that this woman left behind
From a kiss upon my spirit in a lover’s lips design
A phantom from my past that haunts me still today
I try to turn around but the ghost won’t go away
She used love up to the point where I could love no more
She is the epitome of destruction that I cannot ignore.
The lipstick on my soul reminds me of the times
We spent the sunny days out where the church-bell chimes
There’s nothing left out there to remind me of that now
You swept up all the remnants of your heart’s broken vow
Just like that lonesome bell, you sure took your toll-
On me, and your vampire mouth left lipstick on my soul.
I remember how your eyes were mysterious and brown
Full of secrets and desires from pyres underground
Once I was a lone wolf until I ran across your pack
Now I’m just a corpse with an arrow in its back
I’m floating on your mountain and the air is getting thin
You were a bright light in the darkness, now your shadows and a sin.
Along the way your words walked in rhythm with my heart
In your high stiletto heels, heartbreak is your art
Mine beat itself to death in the palm of your hand
You drank my blood and spit it out–I didn’t understand
Leaving me to claw and crawl my way in from the cold
Dragging a trail of my blood and your lipstick on my soul.
You devoured me like a beast and left without a trace
Taking my dead heart away with your fading face
And you took it all with grace, with nothing left for me
Except for the torment of my tortured memory
Embedded in my spirit so I could never let you go
You left lipstick on my soul but you don’t even know.