Heaven

a flower,
a chipped black coffee table,
the sound of breaking chocolate,
the vibration of tumblers falling into place,
a spoonful of honey,
the mind burn of chapstick,
the soft creak of an old rocking chair,
the lingering smell of smoke mixed with
dove soap and sweet mind toothpaste,
a heavy blanket wrapping around,
one soft and content inhale,

then,
a piano chord in D Major
down to
C
Down
to
B
A quick flourish of sparkling top notes,
the childhood equivalent of a fairy,
a clearing of the throat;

A lightbulb illuminating in amber tones
across old,
splintered,
wooden planks;

the feeling of cool earth on feet,

a copper door knob turning,
the vibration of tumblers falling into place,

The Door

Opens.

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