My palms were open,
With deep crevices,
Ready for wisdom
To come
&
Make her bed
With me.
The gypsy
Looked there
Probing the
Surface
& seeing
Into realms
Beyond
The one
We were
Standing in
Asked,
“Why are
You still
Here!?!?”
She threw
Up her arms
Hair of black
Night
& curls
Flaring
Out like
Her golden eyes
& nostrils
Wailing,
“Go ON!!!
Move on!!!
There is no
Reason for
You to still
Be here
On Earth!”
I smiled quietly
& chuckled,
“Ah but
Heaven isn't heaven
When all my
Friends
& loved
Ones are
Still
Here.”
She shook
Her head
And chuckled
Herself
For she had
No argument
For that.
So I twined
Her black curls
In my fingers
& kissed
Her ruby
Red lips,
Pulled back
And said,
“For me
Heaven is
When I get
To love
My beloveds
& make
Heaven
On Earth.”