27 Years
poems
- older
- and still no closer
- to heaven. But please,
- leave me–
- Leave me here where
- my prayers are answered
- in the rhyme of a Dickinson
- or the riff of a Sultana–
- Leave me here on the breast
- of the earth where angels
- kiss sinners like me
- over tea and late night memories
- on Sunday mornings–
- Leave me here where the blessing
- of caressing hands is enough
- to bend a celibate to his knees
- over the pulpit of her body
- as they mouth Hallelujah–
- Leave me here alone
- in the bedroom of midnight
- so I may wake drenched
- in the sweat of stars
- and surrendered dreams–
- Leave me here where salvation
- can be found on a coastline
- under hails of light bursting
- through the winged cathedral
- of a redwood canopy–
- Leave me here where the mind
- is wider than the sky
- and contains so much
- more
- than I–
- Leave me here
- and heaven forbid
- the day I arrive
- at the holy promenade
- without my return ticket–
- Leave me here
- to dwell in possibility–
- –in the only promise
- guaranteed.