A BOX OF SKY
First published in A Box of Sky, Integral, 2017
The sky is a box,
a box of secrets its lid half-open
trinkets, love-words, broken beads
spilling out on the world below.
The box is round,
part washed-out pink, mostly a clear blue
merging into amethyst clouds feathering
the shattered lock like a design in slip-wear
and always, always
secrets, rows of xxx's on faded letters,
on lovers' lips, on the softest skin
where thighs meet body-parts.
A brisk wind
tears at the hinge lid spiralling downwards,
every last secret tumbling to catch
on treetops, on rooftops, the sky ripped open -
just another empty box.