Jasmine
“I’ve seen jasmine grow by the ocean” you breathed
Jasmine is your smell; you tell me mine’s the ocean;
“I’ve seen it wilt in my mother’s garden” I jest
You eye the buttons on my sweater,
Fidgeting nervously,
Your hair spills through my fingers;
“I’ve observed it’s determination as well though”
You flush at the praise
Your fingers,
They find their way through,
They caress my skin;
“You feel like home sometimes” I sigh
“Only sometimes?”
You’re worried,
Your nails drags against me,
I feel me tearing open;
“Only sometimes” I murmur