heaven lies
within
her gently parted
lips
on the
curve of
her spine
sprinkled
liberally
down her thighs
behind her
knees
along
thr arch
of her foot
pooled
between
her petals
and resting
between
her breasts.

hell spills
forth
from my
needy tongue
seeking
salvation
between
lines
of prose
carefully
inscribed
on all
of her
secret places
unleashed
in hidden hells
in which
i map.

purgatory
is the
space
between.