Tipsy Loiterer

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Heaven's Gate

in the collection "Women"


If Heaven's only gate
Had just a little rust
The coarse, red-orange of sunset
On smooth, polished, alabaster

A soft, unnoticed grating
Of aged, wise hinge
The first taste of Heaven
Salty, Satisfying

If Heaven's only gate had just a little,
Resounding
A deep luxurious scraping, gritty
Whole and Holy

I would wait there, before the sea
Refusing to forget
The pleasure,
The edge of stress

Because if God created the gate
The rust
That noise
Instead of angel's sweetly singing,
He would have chose your voice