My beloved folds his hands
and watches the carpet awaken.
The carpet breathes beneath him.

I see his reflection in his chair.
His hands form a cathedral.
I come through the red door.

I am the red door.
I am the infinite hour.
I am the petals opening.

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Been working on this for a few days. It's in response to an image, and I'm waiting for authorization before I link you to said image.

So, the question is, does the poem work without the image?