Paradise

March 20, 2017

As your lips pass over mine,
My heart gasps and grips onto life,
Pulling itself from permanent death and into daylight.

As your brain spills into mine,
I realize your knowledge is as Eden;
Overwhelming, perfect, ethereal.

As your palm runs across mine,
My doubts die on my wine-stained fingertips,
Atoning for every fault I could ever commit.






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