'Makeup'

Applying makeup is like painting on a different soul.
I pick up the creamy beige foundation,
adding over it translucent white face powder,
perfecting the contour of my almond shaped eyes with jet black eyeliner.
As the soft brush flutters over my rosy cheeks,
I become someone else.
Deciding how I shall present myself gives me
a deep sense of independance.
As long last comes my favorite ending- the lips.
I decide....
A red, pink, or burgandy lip color?
Most often I choose burgandy,
painting it over my lips until
they look swollen,
as if I had just bitten them.
I peer into the looking glass
exhulted with the art I have created
on my face.