Threshold of Heaven

When we cross over
the threshold of heaven
I suppose our love will
be truer,
purer,
richer,
deeper,
immediate –

Immediately.

I suppose I won't care
when you don't write,
or rather visit me in
my marble mansion,
though I'm thinking
I'll be in a tent –

this is partly due
to how I view myself,
and partly due to how
I wish to live:

simply and with abandon.

I suppose this dream
will be easier to live
in paradise,

above the vacant skies
we now live under.


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