Peggy Meeks-King

Heaven's Gate

A Line

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.

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The 2River View, 3_4 (Summer 1999)