Lipstick Sonata

red lights
red lights down and total
a buzzing from the apiary,
a bare moon
in a smoothed-out sky

pink mascara
your eyes closed
mouthing something
like wash wash wash

with the moon’s help
I can find you anywhere,
its long rays
like unshaven thoughts
leading me
by supple notion

to where you are—

through cool black
velvet drapes, two sets.