Heaven and Hell
Heaven
lying in you bed
watching the sleepless hours tick past
the red clock glow on the ceiling
the thin green line that marks the curve of your wrist
lets me know your there
my fingers lightly dancing upon your arm, your breast
the sudden release of passion in that first kiss
forceful, primal, succulent
that, sweet love of mine, was heaven
the way our bodies moved
frenzied and clumsy
with newborn passion
Hell
Hell is heaven turned sour,
stale
it’s my bed empty
because your gracing
some other lover
with your presence
while I’m left
trying to remember
what you felt like
what you smelled like
what you tasted like
Hell is losing you the bitch
that left you bleeding and broken
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