Heaven is a place on Earth.
But where is it precisely?
Maybe in a tight grip of your hands,
Or where I'm down on one knee,
Where buying potted flowers
Asking 'bout the meaning of purple.
Will we ever come back
To that place if we need wings
Unusable for love and sleep,
If we are fallen fruits,
Deprived by the soil warm and sweet,
You're from Mars and I'm from Venus?
Hell's also a place near here.
Your skin on mine
Like paroxitonine in my lungs —
I'm burning inside,
Feel the fire on my mouth
When your lips kiss my thighs.
Heaven
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