Lovers for Lilly

Boys with faces like
calm puddles
begging to be
messied up

     stirred
     aroused

deliver themselves
to her doorstep

     messy hair
     morning mouth

She welcomes them in
entertains their curiosity
with the dry well,
the empty wealth
of her years

Lovers for Lilly

she eats them
like fruit cake

Lovers for Lilly

she collects them
like flies

Lovers for Lilly

(are always good-byes).

Jewel Kilcher