you burst into my room <br />like god himself wearing galoshes <br />casually stepping over <br />the threshold into my heart <br /> <br />the air was ripe <br />with red currents <br />and violets <br />and smokey clove desire <br /> <br />I blossomed <br />into womanhood <br />when you excised <br />your rubber needs <br /> <br />and it didn't matter <br />that ice had formed <br />on your hands because I knew <br />I was hot enough to melt <br /> <br />yes my love, <br />you burst into my room <br />like the God you are <br />filling me with your light and presence <br /> <br />there will always be space <br />in my heart Love, <br />for you, <br />and your galoshes<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-god-in-galoshes/
