A Special Kind of Paradise

The shimmer of a crescent moon illuminates you.

How divine one can appear under this navy cloak

on which, perfectly scattered, are shards of a shattered crystal;

and a crisp breeze playfully tugs at our hair; doubt will poke.

Your eyes, Oh your eyes, when they meet mine

I could just melt into this sand unintentionally. 

Make a castle out of me, dear, and say goodbye to me soon

for I will slip away into these bold waves of the sea eventually. 

Your name has been carved into my thoughts effortlessly.

You are here, in front of me, close; breathing in our own air. 

Your hands reach for mine. How soft and warm; a sharp contrast 

to my clammy cold hands of which I hope you’re not aware.

All you want to see is my smile; your intentions so innocent.

This must be heaven for I’ve never been this happy before.

This must be a dream for I’ve never felt this free before.

My arms around your bent neck, we gaze not at the sky or the sea,

but with those dimples and that half smile, you look at nothing but me.

I watch you open my side and jump in shock to find an empty space

where cobwebs and dust are left with a jar full of tears labeled Old Times.

I expect you to walk away then. Leave me and my heartbreak suitcase 

at the start of your trail of footsteps to a land full of love crimes.

But you stay; your face of shock returns to that cordial face I know.

You reach into your chest and retrieve your left atrium and ventricle. 

You give half of your heart to me. I am yours. I begin to glow.

I gently grab your face and pull it close to mine. Curiosity begins to trickle.

My lips meet yours with passion and there is no uncertainty

that this sweet kiss shall linger on for eternity.