The Jasmine Necklace
“Thank you for the jasmine necklace,”
you laughed, and I thought you knew
what it meant, this man’s gift of a garland
of jasmine. I thought you had understood.
You sat in a corner, brushing your hair,
drawing drops from a bottle of scent,
on your lips a tune, heartsick, French,
its complaint, like mine, pathetic.