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Personal Paradise
'What's Up? ' You ask as I walk into the shop.
I tighten my coat a bit, smiling oddly.
A dozen thoughts, old humor, buzz through my head.
My blood pressure, the hair on the back of my neck,
The cost of living, The sky, the ceiling, my &*^%,
and invariably...
My heartbeat at the sight of your hair,
My frustration level; you've never looked at me twice!
The pulse behind my eyes that screams out I love you.
'Time, ' I reply. My own failings, I think.
I look you in the eye, a last lingering appraisal.
Then raise my arms high, letting my thumb slip,
and smile as the ground falls away, the world burns,
and Allah carries me to paradise.
There, I will find you again, I have burned for you.
As I have burned others for the sake of my god.
For my own personal paradise; my own reward.
poem
by
Poet Dragon
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