Jasmine

your pinwheel-like body

full of an entanglement of

dollops of sweet cream

perch on french-braided twists of hair; intertwine into a fortress of virtue

oh, your sedative touch can perfume me

for days; it smells of heady, floral tea; the mist of

asian gardens; the fumes of ayurvedic incense

your esse, alluring and romantic,

is the priest before the blossoming bride,

the chameli atop entryways, and the

tenet of my home