Heaven Was When You Left, Hell Was When You Came Back

Tiny trinkets,
surround soft embrace.
(tumbling)
grasping for
--nonexistent hands.

(warmth)
Heated liquids stumble,
singing kisses
across pale concrete,
secreted--

As fragile whimpers
(stutter)
prancing silent laughter
through moonlit
meadows.

Pearly gates light
stone-brick pathways,
leading to his
re-arrival.
(hell)

©20080720 Mindy Huang