Heaven Knows

A poem about Heaven and Hell

They say “Heaven knows,” But Hell knows better. She’s feisty. Head strong. A real go-getter.

Short-tempered, granted, But she can handle the heat. So when Heaven argues back, He’s ready for defeat.

But it’s fine — no it is, Because they don’t often fight. Heaven’s a day boy, Hell lives for the night.

Until the sunset arrives, The intersection of each. On the cusp of the horizon, They’re both within reach.

You’ll find them in twilight, Hell’s lips on Heaven’s jaw. His white’s become stained, His halo flung to the floor.

And Hell, she gets softer, Fire now a flickering glow. They’re in love at this hour, Heaven knows how it’ll go.