Paradise

Elaborate forms

of expression

are a result of

paradise.

Grapes strung

together,

beads of water

on skin that

make you pause.

Sweet lips meet

with sweet fruit.

There is nothing

left but to crush

berries and chase

your color.

To keep your feet

bare and dance

with the power

of broken

seashells sinking.

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