My Lily

My Lily

My Lily, when she smiles,
my heart's a drum,
to its beat she gaily dances
while in me, pain convulses

My Lily's the love notes
in the sands, the waves
mandate them attention,
care and repetition

(Let me just say that
Lily's the water I cup
in my hands to drink
but in it I sink
and drown, it's her say
if I'm dust or clay)

My lily's all the calls
I refuse to answer
but can't retreat,
must sit at her feet.

My Lily's a whisper
of promise, a breeze
suffusing my temper
turning ire to whimper.