Heaven is ... Lying hidden in a sleeping flower Holding another soul's feet tightly in all my own, as they hold mine. Both covered in a gravelly blanket of pollen-dust, fast asleep without ever having to close our eyes. Seeing only inward, until the sun rises. Heaven is ... Sound in both ears. Only a heartbeat and the warm sound of blood rushing on, in one. Mostly a voice, as you rise & fall with the breathing between thoughts, in the other. Ears, so full that they overflow to your heart and fill it up to your eyes and lashes and all of your love flows out of you through your hands and lips so that you are empty to fill up again with only sound still coming in through both your ears. Heaven. Book: Homeland
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