The Kingdom Of Heaven Poem by Leo Briones

The Kingdom Of Heaven



You kept looking—
at the coffee shop next to your cinnamon mocha,
behind the flashing red light on your Blackberry,
perhaps hidden in magic ink on one of your latest diplomas.

You asked Father about this mystery.
He grabbed your index finger and placed in the Eucharist chalice.
You got startled by the sensation of the cold red wine,
frustrated when Father wouldn’t tell you what it meant.

You called your friend with the PHD in astronomy.
He spent two hours preaching about
super novas, white dwarfs, and black holes.

You couldn’t believe it was anything like that,
and just when you thought you couldn’t take it any more—
you remembered your first love
and crashing foam on the shell-pulped shore.

So that night,
you sought him
like the Oroboros seeks infinity,
wrapped yourself in the sand,
naked as an exposed mussel shell.

You hear his soft groan,
his fingers pinch your nipples,
his breath bequeaths his eternal heart,
whispers, whispers—

“We will never be more in love than now.”

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