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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.