Today, as in days long  gone by,

my manicured garden bore forth

white jasmines

their fragrance stirring unnamed desires

in the hearts  of strangers

as I adorned  my hair.

But the insipid white of purity

left me unstirred

till you grazed your hand;

 plucking and tucking a wild rose instead,

splashing red

in the serene silvery moonlight,

to fire my love with tempestuous desires

of forbidden passions

when you crushed me to your breast,

leaving me breathless

as you mingled

once again with the crowd.