MELLIFLUOUS

Wisteria

Every year she visits ,
creeping up to my feet
in tendrils and tentacles .

Skirts around in the yard ,
writhing and gnawing the hinges.
Blossoming hope for the future.

Waits patiently for a bit , and
then shoots right up. Aiming always
to cross the barricaded barriers.

Lilac leaves sprouting everywhere,
a canopy of careless chaos
too heavenly to slash or slit.

Grows and climbs , glows and chimes,
a merry song of memories.
Way more than my words worth.

A mass of potent desire ,
always knocking to enter the room
stopped by a wooden screen.

Knocks that are felt on the heart,
when I sit in the dark
and ponder on the past.