i can still smell it
on a sun-stained memory
sitting on my mother's lap
in a field
watching the horses run
her fingers
braiding
my soft curls.
lilac perfume
is my late aunt's smile
painting with one arm.
lilac perfume
is whispers about
boys and girls
donned in grass-stained shorts.
lilac perfume
is a wish
on a fallen eyelash
upon a freckled cheek.
lilac perfume
is my buck teeth
my messy hair
my horse's braided mane.
some rainy days
on the back hill
beneath the honeysuckle tree
if i lie still enough
lilac perfume
engulfs me.
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Meet Me in the Woods
Poetryassorted poetry inspired by nature, family and the life of a person who spends far too much time in her head. (sexuality, death and decay are alluded to or directly addressed in some of my poems. these poems are marked by "*" in the chapter title.) ...
