monument street jasmine

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.