The Midnight Scent Of Vanilla And Jasmine Poem by Cherie Mort

I curl and contort my body, shifting in my sheets as I sleep
I can't stop staying awake; my mind is wandering to other thoughts
Thoughts that smell like jasmine at midnight
Thoughts that love to mingle with my vanilla scent
And climb through my window in hopes of sharing their pleasing fragrance with me
I smile in the dark and throw back the covers, bathing in the scent of jasmine
The moon laughs at the quiet intimacy of this thoughtful scent and I, and politely shades her face with a veil of clouds to separate herself from our warm emotions
Perhaps she, too, is welcoming the scent of a thought of hers
A scent of orange blossoms in the warmth of a golden summer sunlight
Far from the moon's own scent of a chilly night, with cold, crisp stars lighting her decadent hair like ornaments
My thoughts and I, we tangle like vines around a tree
And hang ourselves from the stars and crescent moon
Before slowly descending back to Earth
Back to a small bedroom lit up by only moonlight
Scented with the curious scents of wild jasmine and vanilla
Back to two entwined, curling vines
Pleased by their own scented figures in the midnight glow of the moon