Paradise
I come to you barefooted,
breasts cupped in pink spandex
eyes wide open--
like
a baby's at midnight
a rogue cloud
a hapless teen's eager yearning.
The sky has turned turquoise
& I breathe in the fire
of a fast-falling angel,
melt my chakras into a brew
for your potion.
I am the first hallelujah,
the last rebel rousing amen.
The first swan to leave the lake,
the last blink of innocence.
I'm a girl again when with you,
a woman, a thorn-in-the-side, a healer.
Your head lowers, hurt,
to deny me,
but my lantern
carries enough light for two.
Pris Campbell
©2007
This poem is from Hesitant Commitments,
my chapbook published by Lummox Press
Art: Wondering by Lowell Fox
Florida Artist Lowell Fox is rapidly becoming one of my favorites. See more of his work at
his website, HERE.
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