147. the green door *

down the allotments where the old train tracks run there’s a corner of heaven in London N1 and while you were sleeping your dreams just begun I’d slip away softly quiet as a nun & just round the corner knock at her door & when she comes answer make love on the floor – a portal to paradise the deal has been done & I’ve seen it and been it and lain thereupon and deeper contentment I’ve yet to know as the hunger of ages comes knock at my door yet, when it was over, when all’s said & done no sweeter the birdsong no warmer the sun so doze in your lawnchair my innocent one in our afternoon heaven in London N1.