Commonplace,
held under
anyone’s chin,
though unrevealing
of preference,
merely transferring gloss,
hot lustre
nothing but mirror
a proffered face
in multiple –
so many the same on offer!
I could never wear yellow like this,
my undertone cool,
distorting to jaundice
thus I keep distance,
but recognise
an intimacy nearly sisterly,
hermaphrodite
with guidelines built in,
for luring to pit,
to spot,
to nectary –
or you can poultice it,
bring up your red,
your blood,
relieve
the pounding head, the tooth,
curing your ache to the root.