Jasmine Dreams Poem by Mari Martin

Jasmine Dreams



Cast into the myriad of colored dreams
where Myrtle's blooms burst rainbows
upon my sleeping form,
my mind wanders, entranced,
lost inside a world of need.
Silent sweat trickles down my ribs
like abondoned streams
traversing the desert of my skin.

In night do I bloom with loves passions,
a fragrance untouched by day.
I am Chameli clinging on desire's wall
awaiting the nights sun
to cast it's brilliance upon me
as the petals of my soul
prepare their beckoning alure.

Early in the morn
before the sun kisses the night,
my body turns to cover you.
I lick my lips
finding only that taste that is you.
I think God paints my lips with it when I sleep
as a sweet rememberance
to console my pleading heart
as I awaken
to only me.

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