Suspended
On a plane somewhere between
Heaven and Earth.
How we are here is
Of no consequence
In this moment,
The peace that encases
Our not so mortal state
Is too overwhelming to interrupt
With such tedious thoughts.
We lay here together
Not two bodies
But seen as one being
By the angels who look upon us,
Shaking their heads
Not sure what to make
Of this beautiful union,
Wondering how a thing so divine
Can be so forbidden.
Finally, they avert their gaze
Allowing us to fall back to the Earth
To seperately answer
For this perfect sin.
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