Paradise
David Thomases
This poem is a personal project inspired by a dream.
What is paradise?
I can see golden light shining through the folds of auburn hair.
The morning sun set gently on the sill, its beams glistening
upon her azure eyes like the sweetest most succulent grapes
bathing in the afternoon sun. A soft pillow kisses our cheeks. I
feel the warmth of her hand in mine, and the thumping of two
hearts singing as one.
What is paradise you ask?
This my love, right here, right now, with you in my arms.
This is paradise.