Hell Got A Taste..

she's blows in softly, yes her winged frame
and gently lifts me - dizzies me heavenly sane..
I plummet in the folds of her downy soft embrace
harps and singing and wind upward we race
for heaven or hell onward upward toward light
faster and faster upwards to heavenly sight..

and then down we fell straight into a hellish bed
oh jagged flames ripping me thin ribbon thread
further to fall the center of earth of liquid fire
my angel still held me deeper into deeper desire
and burned we did like restless ashes posthaste
that heaven was lit and hell had just a taste....

by Brian McBrand

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