I walk down the street with a pocket full of sky
a small smoky blue mylar triangle holds
mars on one side
and on the other
the crescent moon with venus
it's a thin slice of space
I grasp it in my fingers
I am held fast on that slippery surface
my sapphire eyes floating in reflection
lips in a double line of utterance
what was I saying
my mouth expressing slowly
the syllables
I hold your soft pink lips on mine
moving to tell you something
your hand is roaming over my curves
searching for a place to rest
my heart holds you in a crimson silk purse
lined with maroon velvet
a mergansers bill for a clasp
nervously you open it
and peek in
I am traveling through a pocket full of night sky