Heaven

'This is Always' plays to a baby grand in my dreams,
Christmas lights above our heads –
black ties tucked in jackets dancing around
the red and white silk-thread summer gowns
in the thicket of a weightless night.
Almost lost in distant coruscation,
in sidestep pivots and dimpled smirks,
champagne on your lips,
while heaven sighs in mirth.

Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry