the twist has been pulled enough 
the knot seems tight, for at least tonight, 
it doesn’t seem as though the jasmines 
will lose their shine. the tightly threaded 
jasmines are wrapped around her loose hair
clipped to it without bursting a single bud. 
the sight of it is enough to keep him up 
and he thanks the goddess in whose honour 
the flowers were sold. 
                but as he tries to untangle
her hair, his hands get lost, they are 
tired soon, the delicacy lost, the jasmines 
get caught in the middle of it all. the buds 
are crushed, her hair now doused in the 
perfume of it. seems as though the smell 
of the jasmines will outlast this entanglement.