The Door
A location, is different than a place.
There are many locations, but
There are only two places.
One is with you,
The other is without.
I have traveled to the place that is you.
I have paused frequently at that space
Below your left ear
At the base of your neck,
It is the space where my lips
Join your skin
Pressing my ear against your neck
To hear your heartbeat quicken.
Against you there,
With commingled hair,
My breath flows down your breast
Merging with your own
Wandering back
As a warmth against my cheek.
Here, there lies a door
Where I have left
This earth before
To enter Heaven.
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