Inhaling Lilacs             


is breathing

into the air

inhaling lilacs


I steal the first touch

of a soundless hum

that brushes past my cheek

softer than the dream

that won’t let you leave


And you’re stunned by your own sweetness

which you decide to keep a secret

and the morning’s spilling over

like an alcoholic’s gin

while you hide under the covers

with a cat instead of lovers

and you spend all of the day

licking honey off your skin

* Published in The American Poetry Review November/December 2003 as # 5

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