The Lipstick Ring

Sits on my table like a dangerous thing.
I won't raise my voice,
I won't break a thing; I'm watching you through the lipstick ring.
I saw her once outside the store,
Gardenia pinned above the dress she wore.
She touched your sleeve and looked away; you found three reasons not to stay that day.
Now her mouth is in my room,
Bright as a match and twice the doom.
You stir your drink and watch the floor; that silent circle tells me more.
The lipstick ring, the lipstick ring,