The sweet smell of jasmine wafts so fair. I make love with the night air.
My muscles flinch and move and burn. My whole body sways in turn.
Singing crickets climb this mountain. They flood my senses like a fountain.
My lips curl to a soaring smile. They make me want to stay a while.
The black above is shattered bright with fireflies and airplane light.
Not far below the ocean sways, and carries jasmine in its sprays.
And I will carry jasmine, too. Long after this dear night is through.
I’ll fly to you across the seas, wings drenched in its enchanted breeze.