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.