Lipstick...

In the barren
of burning desert
someone has found
an Oasis...

the dry n dying pink petals,
begin to breathe...
when sprinkled with life...

the night leaves,
its footprints on the leaves...
and the morning dawns,
to a beautiful flora...

..I have stolen the moisture
from your lips...
and worn it on mine, forever...
like my most favourite lipstick... :)