the warmth at
your backdoor blessed
with the sunshine, knock, knock,
knocking on heaven's door, communion
at your velvet petals, the taste lives up to the
smell, laid down in patterns of a pearly mosaic,
thank heavens your mother gave birth to a daughter,
your tool shed no
longer stands padlocked,
knock, knock, knocking on
heaven's door, your entrance
hall into the pagan bibliophiles,
you are the finest illuminated manuscript
in existence, buried over a century ago, all
of your pages carefully trimmed by a thoughtful
trimmer who didn't dare cut away your velvety edges
in the Book of Kells, you are ornately planted where I
set your opening chapter in mellow lighting and the buzz
of cocktail-hour in your backroom where I firmly plant my
stories...knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door...
Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|So unique, creative, and meaningful, Sage. Thank you. Love and peace,
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|long live those pagan bibliophiles, sage. another skillfully engaging creation.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|excellent images professing the lure and invitation of sexual preference ...|