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Jasmine in the Rain
by
Poet Smith
Senses stir,
As jasmine drifts through the open shoji,
Followed by the soft whisper of silk.
Summer rain
On garden stones and clay roof tiles,
A steady rhythm that last through the night.
Kneeling,
The girls bow low in deep jade kimonos
With narrow amethyst obis tied loosely.
Legs folded
Upon night quilts arranged on the tatami.
Bare feet glistening from the trek along the rain splattered path.
A small nod,
Answering smiles as whalebone combs are removed,
Letting rivers of blue-black gossamer cascade over delicate shoulders.
A quick breath
Into cupped hands,
And the lamp releases us to the night.
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