Lilac Evenings
by Paloma
The evenings are
lilac,
spread with jasmine
on a vine.
I pulled the Milky
Way into my arms,
when I held you.
My eyes , full of lovers'poems
their music, like a
scarf, around your neck,
when I held you.
The beginning of my
life
a prelude to our
dance,
my hand on the small
of your back, clutching our history,
our hands interwined
as jasmine on the vine.
For you, my
Gillian, my heart,
I would have beat
myself
if it could have
saved you.
The evenings are
lilac,
my arms are empty as
a canyon,
my hands holding the
vine of jasmine
in my sleep.