I saw that the evening was
Not quite over
The tears coursed down her cheeks—
Not freely, however, for when
They came into contact with her
Heavily beaded eyelashes
They assumed an inky color,
And pursued the rest of their way
In slow black rivulets
Under the dripping,
Bare lilac trees
She stood, smeared with tears
We slipped briskly into an intimacy
From which we both never recovered
Through gasping, broken sobs
In a chocking murmur, she said
“I like large parties, they’re so intimate.
At small parties you never get
Any privacy.”
I was scared, I can tell you;
I’d never seen a girl like that before.
I almost made a mistake
And left her under the dripping,
Bare lilac trees
But I stayed
I was curious for the inky stains
On her delicate face
I was intrigued by her
Low, thrilling voice
My curiosity must have been visible
Because a ghostly laughter escaped her lips
Her face was sad, but lovely
With bright things in it,
Bright eyes and an excitement in her voice
That I still find hard to forget
Five years later, under blossomed lilac trees
The day was broiling, certainly the warmest
Of the summer
I handed her a band of dull gold
Promising my unwavering devotion
The tears coursed down her cheeks—
Not freely, however, for when
They came into contact with her
Heavily beaded eyelashes
They assumed an inky color,
And pursued the rest of their way
In slow black rivulets
Twinkle-bells of sunshine
Illuminated her face
No traces of sadness, just loveliness
Her bright eyes and bright,
Passionate mouth, the excitement in her voice
I still find hard to forget
I do not know, even to this day
Of the exact reason
Why she was crying
Under the bare, dripping lilac trees
But I do know that
It had not been merely the stars
To which I had aspired on that night
R.R.
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