A HINT OF BLACK

the scent of lilacs

the scent of lilacs

.

I will never forget

those mossy green eyes of yours,

with their golden gleaming risk.

And how your voice resonated

inside the fluttering chambers

of my trusting heart.

I knew you weren't meant to be tamed,

the first time

the bold curve of your lips

caught my attention.

Still I couldn't help but to be drawn

to the sensation of your smirk.

You made me feel alive,

with every heated kiss,

every feverish touch

and every liberating high.

But you had a traveling heart,

I never found your steady beat

and when you eventually left

with my hope in your bag,

my soul was as blue

as the scent of lilacs

on a mellow summernight.

Striving for redemption...