High Pigment Prayers

& then we put on all the makeup
& cry it all off
with salty at the world
femme of color tears
we are afraid to shed

& so i write myself love letters
sealing everything with lipstick kisses
all the implied & explicit fuckery
that seep through 
envelopes of my offering-hair

& if for one second
i thought i could swim
& brave the cold
i would jump in the river
by my house
& float downstream
settling into 
somewhere else

but for now
songs about the moon on repeat 
will help me hold ceremony
as i adorn myself with high pigment prayers

this morning's accidental lip ombré.