My Girlfriend Kised Me and I got Lipstick on My Pabst Blue Ribbon

‘Just one quick please!’

she says as she rises

to her tippy toes, and I lean down

to meet her halfway.

She giggles when her heels

reunite with the floor

because my lips have changed color and

she keeps that secret. I reach for the beer

on her dresser, not to wash the taste of her

cigarette-and-white-claw-saliva

from my mouth, but to sew her DNA into my own,

even as her skin is upon mine and mine upon hers,

we are never close enough.

As I pull my lips away from the PBR, some of

her lipstick my lipstick our lipstick remains

after my ‘one quick please’ with the can

and I smile,

for I can only hope to leave her mark all over the world

as her most devout apostle.

Her lipstick will always be on my lips,

her needs will always be my needs,

and her roommate's beer will always be my beer

because

I stole it from their fridge.