I kissed those bloody
Lips stained with unfaithfulness.
Then sugar coated,
Not with candy canes or sweets,
But lies spit from the same smile.
A shared smile.
The lipstick was red
But not the shade in my purse
Smeared on your collar.
That devilish grin reveals
No hint of remorse and still
We sin together.
This is a not so much a revision as it is a continuation of a Tanka I wrote months ago entitled “Kissed.” I expanded on it, creating a double Tanka with two lines inserted that do not follow the tanka format, but are used creatively (And for dramatic effect, of course).
This poem was written for my creative writing course, but an instant favorite of mine. One line that did baffle my classmates however, was:
“The lipstick was red, but not the shade in my purse, smeared on your collar.”
Personally I felt that line to be the clearest of all, but let me know how you interpreted it and the rest of the poem!