under the night fed
jasmine
i stopped to pray
i left offerings there
ones that can’t
be seen
but can be
heard and only when the
breeze makes perfumed
sighs out of their waxy
jasmine
mouths
i prayed until
i felt the howl of
all the ache swell
up until it
pushed against
my ribs
begging for release
until its sang itself out of
my heart and then
i walked on with
a long trail of
want vining
sleek and
flowering behind me
i didn’t need to
call you then
you were
already
right
here