–for RMG
Every morning, the floor rises
to receive me. The door is petals
of ivory, dewed in the warmth of dawn.
I enter, disrobed, like a prayer
stepping out over our tongues.
From: https://peariverjournal.com/issue-archive/winter-2013/poem-joshua-gage-tierce/
Date: 2013
By: Joshua Gage (19??- )
From Troubles of The World 