Poet's Jasmine

I kiss the sky,
as the wish blows.
on lips so soft,
soft as the gentle
night.
A flower's perfumed
scent,
I carry you
in my thoughts,
held in  place
with the grace of
passionate memories.
As we lay on
green fields,
the jasmine blooms
above our cries.
A touch between
nothingness and
there,
bodies moving
in rhythm
to the monarch's
flight and the wind's
breath.
Heighten senses
of two,
held in memory
as the poet's jasmine
blossom's bloom.

©ScottLB