Lilac – Ally Ameel

I had fallen asleep with tangled strands of hair


hair that I hadn’t cut in a while

for it was june

you see

a month with no room for scissors and sharp things


I had been lulled to sleep

by those melodies


from soft skinned


that in their crevices

held wax and honeyed secrets

and wishes

that often leaked out

when I tipped my head

too far to the right


and my heart danced

something between the lines of

a ballet

and contemporary love


and it smelled of lavender


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