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.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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