Blousy white
and as pure as skin
silken and finely woven
from a pure thought
–
the flower bleeds
jasmin scent
as the purfume bleeds
its distillate
–
and blossoming
is mind and body
arriving to the flush
of a sweet capturing
–
mood, alight
the breath of being
and the forceful pulse
Of the procreational moon.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice
