My Sweet Jasmine

The sweet honey scent of your

delicate

Bloom

cascades over me,

Guides me.

Oh sweet jasmine.

—

White blouses and white socks

Mark the naivety of my youth.

Head down

I walk alongside your gates.

My head rises

Flooded from the storm

Of your intoxication.

I am full. I am well.

—

The star form of your

Unadorned

View

Gives me wonder,

Gives me awe.

Oh sweet jasmine.

—

A blank piece

Of white paper calls to me

In the night.

Pencil shavings clutter another masterpiece.

I am the midnight sky,

You are the glimmers of hope,

Thousands of reminders

Of the morning light.

—

The airy softness of your

Mysterious

Petals

Are as uplifting

As a nostalgic kiss.

Oh sweet jasmine.

—

Sweat drips down my face

Staining another white shirt,

As I run toward,

Away from,

And no where at all.

I stop

Feeling the man made hills

Of my arm.

You can fill the rivers

And rivens

If not forever,

Then for now.

—

The hidden sin of your

Forbidden

Fruit

Provokes me,

Brings me an earthly salvation.

Oh sweet jasmine.

—

I remember being next to you

As I brushed her hand

Thought about her lips.

As I took a bite

And tasted the saccharine mush,

I took a white napkin

To clean.

I satiated

My godforsaken appetite.

—

The angelic sigh of your

Honeyed

Lullaby

Puts me to sleep.

Brings me peace.

Oh sweet jasmine.

—

I stare at a blank canvas,

My own tabula rasa.

I create

My own forbidden fruit.

I paint,

Covering the white,

Covering the past.

—

The sweet honey scent of my

Heaven sent

Constellation

Forever blooms,

Never dies.

My sweet jasmine.