HEAVEN-SENT



It wasn't that you made me jump hop-skip -
no, it wasn't that at all -
or the fact that from behind 
you had a woman's hips
(well, not quite, but close)
that made me slip, 
like a dervish whirl,
lose my head 
and tangle in your devilish curls.
No,it wasn't that at all 
that made me fall -
that made me take a trip before I stalled.

It was your wicked lower lip
that cracked me up -
the art with which you made me laugh,
that cracked my wall/nut/shell,
let you slip into my bitter heart
and save me from my own cold hell.

You see,
just when I'd lost all faith in angels,
I heard the rustling of your wings.
You eclipsed the moon 
to give me light.
To take the fear out of my nights,
you were my guardian guide -
you stayed beside me
and when I couldn't sleep,
you helped expell the demons -
you held me.

You were surely sent to save me
and I was meant to save you, too.
So explain my strange behaviour -
someone make it plain to me:

if heaven's to be found at the bottom of the stair,
why did I take the elevator and get the hell up out of there?

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