she wears lipstick to bed
audibly
she says
to protect them from his dry air
and the long day ahead
when she wears nothing but a smile
practically
she says
it is closer to the nightstand
why get up again
when it might be time to get down
perhaps
he thinks
it is for him
a glimpse of crimson and black before
she flicks the light
quietly
she loves
the thick feel of wax and silk against her skin
fresh sheets every morning
and above all the secret of it
lots of thanks to etouffee and grundoon, for thoughts and ideas, even if I don't listen well | 
