Heaven

Sanctuary mirages possessing assuring lips
clothed in choir eloquence
candle shining deliverance's beacon
into the eye's crevices.

Never noticing the horns and daggers
possessing the cherub glint
of the self imposed sacred minion
holding the invitation with your name.

Guided down a path so mellow
until the stones turn deceptive and inferno.
Abyss trap down opens
as one slides down a burning pole of excuses.

Snakes of regret slither over one's body
pit has stench from vomited seduction,
purgatory's welcome sign tattoo on one's chest
with pontification's branding iron
by a supposed sage.

Whisper how making love is a test of faith
before restraining with phylactery bonds
then defiling one's soul in hideous terror.

Aftermath leaves broken spirit
shaking from the sensory carnage,
still clinging to pole as an automaton repose,

Willingly taking out wallet
when PA speaker blares it is offering time,
because they say
you can't enjoy heaven
without a taste of hell.