If there is a Heaven

by

Crystal Dawn Allen

You know what I need, not me.

But tonight, let me tell you what I think I need.

You never say yes, but tonight you say yes
and a different light folds over me in a thousand ways.

False, luminous dream. Skin that is not yours
(be the first dream where I touch you) and
voice stolen back from the animal memory

I want so badly to believe it's over when it's over.
That the gurgling soil drags us down into darkness

and we do not even know it happens.
That bone separates from bone
entirely,
and flesh from flesh;

that we meet and part
and nothing of us survives
outside of our own body, not in masks,
not even in dreams.

If there is a heaven,
it is never over.
I walk with no ghosts: This is our blessed garden.
With your sleeping head on my naked thigh I dream
the light falling in great curtains of fire around us,
burning up the trees
and leaves drop like flames into the sparking current,
showering us with gold.

I dream that everything is light.

That all these conversations here
are not with you.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at My Own Glorious Show
by: Sekhem Psikor Strecker
from: Brisbane, Queensland, Australia

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