Between Betrothals

 

Sweet bells of jasmine,
You roll their splendour like dice
Across my night sky.

Their scent, bruised on naked flesh…

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2 thoughts on “Between Betrothals

  1. My waves of froth, lapse,
    Your night sky drench, a white shore
    In jasmine’s scent, blest.

    Jasmines rain, cascade through the core…

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