Heaven . . .
My heaven’s backdrop is blue
and purple, colors that swirl,
mingle in celestial orbit . . .
My heaven is eternal dark
chocolate, self-striping sea salt
raspberry, mint, caramel . . .
My heaven’s gift—Ariane perfume
from E-bay (discontinued 1984)
Otherwise, heliotrope, jasmine, lily . . .
My heaven tucks me in thick flannel
like only my mother could—
a dream-come-true cocoon . . .
My heaven plays a Schubert sonata
violin and piano teasing each other
twining in timeless lines . . .
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this of course
in all its ways
IS
heaven!!!
Truly heaven!
Love:
My heaven tucks me in thick flannel
like only my mother could—
a dream-come-true cocoon . . .
and
violin and piano teasing each other
twining in timeless lines . . .
Yes, heaven!
Love the enjambment from dark to chocolate and a nod to all the heavenly senses!
Wonderful, Nancy…personal yet universal…
Such a fun read! The line breaks here are perfecto:
My heaven is eternal dark
chocolate, self-striping sea salt