one jasmine

will you allow me
to linger just a while,
in the lines
of your palms,
as you hold me,
with the lightness
of the wind
upon your being?

will you allow me
to open these tender folds
I'm still learning
to grow into?
for they're not wings,
they're the kiss
of white silk
upon a moist cheek,

waiting for you
to open your heart
just a little more,
to white love -
the love of one jasmine
that can fill up a whole room
with her sweet fragrance,
that never leaves

the hand that holds
and the heart that's open
to her simple, modest,
unchanging love.