Heaven's Gate
In your dreams
you find only
calm weather with clear night skies.
You see visions
of a love among loves,
almost as if you have comet fever.
You thirst
for one cool drink
from an ocean on Jupiter's moon.
But here
on earth the dew runs off
the red rose, the silky petals
of the fire
of desire at early dawn.
Your blood becomes the water of the Nile.
The 2River View, 3_4 (Summer 1999)