Almost Jasmine

pebbled beach of the mind
I could die
in this floodplain
become part of it
I don't need a narrator for this 
for I can bask in the beauty 
of not needing to know why
I can revel in the mystery
the way it completes me
breathing in 
almost jasmine
I feel like honey
slow and sweet 
seeping back into the gentle 
thought patterns on my mental