Jasmin

Gleaming stars in a Chinese percaline teacup around its rim golden dragons loop the loop. If the vessel had been larger a trillion lights could have shone from that Jasmin infusion. A young man could get drunk, a mere youth could lose his mind looking upon the delicate hand that offers it to him. Green orient eyes smile knowing the spell will work then and yet later. A much older man drinks tea from a mug, a memory still engendering a fragrant light-headedness.