Jasmine's Memories
She lays still upon the night in nakedness
Her body unclothed of scent
She strewn them upon night wind's breast
I gather from the firmanent
The delicious sweetness with my nose
Her soft lips beckon, I touch them
Tender with the honey her tongue expose
The stars all blink before her diadem
O but summer turns to fall, and blues come
Like Winter making wreaths of wrinkled grass
The sugarcane overpowers my heart with rum
Odor dripping from the night's dark flask,
But still remember my jasmines white as moon
And soft, so soft her tender blooms
In that tenderness her vanity and my own ruin
Her fragrance calls me when it glooms.
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