Jasmine

There was this time I bloomed with all the Jasmine trees Through shrubs and vine The sweetest smell, a fantasy Essence divine Like honey nectar saccharine I was so whole A finer kind of saturation Full in bloom the fresh overwhelming Spring's new heat the fever propels me I don't know if I can stand Hard to breathe but don't be mistaken I'm so stiff it's hard to be shaken Could you please hold my hand? Now and then when I'm reminiscing Seems there's always something I'm missing Do you have a better plan? There was this time I bloomed with all the Jasmine trees Delicate yellow They gathered round and smiled at me I bear in mind it comes and goes without my say so I'm still intrigued by Ponchatoula strawberries He kissed my cheek I learned what different things were meant for In sticky heat It burned and stained