Paradise

I’ll only dare to bite your neck when we are drunk again.

For if I laid my hands on you in brightest light of spring,

It would feel like eating tempting tabooed fruit all naked and in vain.

Ashamed, I’d never come too close before the night sneaks in,

Or exhibit my flesh raw or block your sight and blind your eyes.

But when the dark and I fall both into your arms, simultaneously by chance,

I know I will feel safe, hidden in the noisy, flashing disco light,

One night, when, for a while, I will stand still as my heart starts to dance.

Just a bit, just for one beat,

just until I’ll realize:

I can’t be drunk in paradise.

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