Paradise

The passion of
a flushed embrace

is paradise,
a secret place,

where reticence
within your eyes

has vanished with
our primal sighs.

Paradise
is wilderness,

and tangled arms,
and passion's kiss.

Paradise
is fragmentary,

a hidden place,
and momentary.

by Barry Middleton

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A succinct gem of a piece. Well penned. A big 10.
wild abandon contained in tight, concise poetry....nice, Barry!