Between the last customer

and morning light

in the parking lot of the Korean Gentleman's Club,

he picks lilacs for me.

Standing high against a warehouse wall,

these always bloom early, and 

he goes annually, covertly, in the still dark,

unsure of welcome by the

Korean Gentlemen.

He fills the car.

 

I imagine that damp, spring-scented ride home,

his fantasy of being busted for predawn lilac theft,

the evidence transferred to the squad car,

covering him and his lovely guilt

entirely, the police becoming drunk on the

heady enclosed amore of fragrance

and driving him home instead,

helping us get out all our vases,

filling them while the coffee brews.

 

Peg Edera, from Love is Deeper Than Distance

 

http://www.fernwoodpress.com/2018/11/20/love-is-deeper-than-distance/