Her Wild Lilacs

Lilacs, wild as the breeze,
reach out to me in pity;
splashing purple across
the white washed fence
separating.

Leaning over, tempting me,
I yield to their beauty
cutting off a lock
when no one is looking;
surrendering.

Oh, what joy,
if I could pen
an ode so sweet;
as only Longfellow could;
As I press hard against,
Spring's silky neck.
inprisoned.