Jasmine In A Box
My love City lights fell on the road Static, constant. The cool breeze passing through me When I think of you. You and I in a box Kissing our bare lips — dry from waiting. Your face in my hands Like jasmine in my hands Pure, white, dead. I heard your heart knocking another box. That sound pulled you away into a moonless night. I close the box I stay in it With the jasmine.