Suddenly I am a gardener. I smell the jasmine and it takes me away to that courtyard where I am a lover....

Suddenly groping, sweating, kissing, so much feeling that I feel as though I'm standing, looking over the cliff, and I can fly and I am

A pilot with one engine out and now I'm going to die for sure here comes the mountain pull up pull up pull up and I I may belly scrapes the peaks and it tickles like when

I'm a baby and I'm gooing and gaaing and I see a face and its love it reminds me of that

Beautiful wrinkled face dull gray in the coffin that my wife will be buried in black soil which is the same stuff that

I am planting a Magnolia tree with a single white bloom but the scent of jasmine is honey in the air.