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.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010
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