A God In Galoshes Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

you burst into my room
like god himself wearing galoshes
casually stepping over
the threshold into my heart

the air was ripe
with red currents
and violets
and smokey clove desire

I blossomed
into womanhood
when you excised
your rubber needs

and it didn't matter
that ice had formed
on your hands because I knew
I was hot enough to melt

yes my love,
you burst into my room
like the God you are
filling me with your light and presence

there will always be space
in my heart Love,
for you,
and your galoshes