Only you,
—you allowed me a glimpse of heaven
when we made love.
Yet, I couldn't help but wonder:
did that mean we'd inevitably wander
straight
into
hell?
Be blinded by all that shimmer,
the lights, the white waves,
that bad-ass raining glitter?
So much so,
we'd forget
to watch
for
the
cliff...?
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