Lipstick

You wore lipstick and said you were from the future

We were confused, because in the future they didn't do that

You made grand entrances, as grand as grand pianos

Your lips and lashes filled rooms with perfumes



You never really told us your name

Your tiny heart beat rapidly and we frequently worried

You said you would go back there, to your future that was really a past

Where impressionable youth would swoon whenever you came and went



We were worried but there was no need

The matchbook you dropped on the floor carried an unreal date

Not quite the present but not too far removed either

Enough to etch your kiss in our memory forever