Lipstick

Glide me over your lips,
Like pride mumbling tricks,
On that pale slate skin,
Made my veil suits kin,

Make my glance on the mirror,
Such chance provoke an error,
Shine on my color,
Grin at my odor,

Hide your shame on me,
Elate the beauty akin to me,
Yet I am envy,
Amid my solicitation,
Your lips still the solace of men.