In all the languages you speak,
in all those I remember,
No word contained the texture of kiss.
Of all the ages you've traveled,
of all the times I've existed,
No moment froze the scent of lilac.
Under all the nights, through all the days,
In maps traversing land and milky ways
No star shone so bright
like the sun that rises
every night when I make my home
along the shores of your heart beat.
There, nestled under the open skies
of mating want and surrender,
At the cusp of divinity and earthiness,
I smell Lilac.
I say your name.