The truth came by to tell me why,
But I was busy vacuuming.
Red breasted robins came early to sing
And tell me the best spots to
Picnic in spring,
But I didn't listen,
Until the lilacs kissed me.

Dewy lips and libidinous tongue--
I shut my eyes and mouth as one
And lent a little more than an ear,
Open to the forbidden words
So undersaid,
Open to the petitioner
Who told me how he missed me,
Open to the moment,
And the delicious taste
Of the lilacs as they kissed me.

The ancient wound healed suddenly
And left no trace of pain or scar.
A gentle wind answered my angry question
And left me dazed and dizzy,
And hopelessly in love with you,
And never too tired or busy
To miss the chance to sing or dance
Or laugh,
Or let the lilacs kiss me.

-jenn