I Stole My Neighbor's Jasmines

Today I stole my neighbor Jasmines growing over the fence I was too vulnerable to resist Since the foreclosure of my first garden. Any fence makes good neighbor Alright, But don't you see Trees and flowers will not stand it They keep hanging over Littering my primordial joy With fruits and blossoms As if to pay Whatsover flaming sentinel that prevents My eating from the tree of life again So I walking there Seduced by the naked scent of air Recovered amidst the gushing bloom Of jasmines hanging over the fence A memory of nights I shall not own again And crushed by my mortal sense Of spiritual penury Before the white innocense of a flower A reached up As if to pick something no longer there And in a moment of desire For good I, some evil, by choice accomplish For my neighbor shall seek the gushing bloom And find they are fewer there I stole my neighbor's jasmines today.