I had a scar on my wrist

where she burned me

with one of those


I had invisible lines

on my thigh where

she and I dreamed

of matching tattoos.

I had hand prints

on my back

from careless

gestures of affection.

I had empty pockets

from too many

mornings medium French

vanilla ice coffee,

cream and sugar.

She and I had

no Armor while we Slept

and so we knew

The Truth

About Heaven.