Colour Coded Lipsticks

The awkward familiar moments
Of those colour coded lipsticks
And numbered dates.

They say it takes 13 dates for a woman
To fall in love.
Men? It took me 8.2 seconds.

And in between mathematics and Murakami,
Sudden shifts of Adrenalin;
We got way too many faces.

Tabby cats and coffee cups –
I sit and wonder
Why ‘unlove’ is not a word?

Her loose eyelash
Turns into a moon boat, mid air,
Riding over her muffled words.

Things are pretty
When your head is hovering
Over a dense mushroom cloud.

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