Innocence

Evergreen with envy,
Lilacs perch, pastel-tin cloaked on a window sill
Unaware of their own sweet, erotic pulp
Fragrant and budding in turmoil
Wishing a more cosmopolitan air
To be less paschal, sexier…
Lust’s sweaty manhunt flower

Just like those red petals below,
Those, right there, on that haughty bush!
But lilacs boast no thorns