[Poem] Paradise

It's very hot over here- ninety degrees. I hate hot.

Paradise

words come out of your mouth,
what do they say?
I have no clue. 

all I can do is gaze
at the depths of your eyes
and the smirking curves of your lips
 
you seem happy
and I seem giddy
is it because of one another
that we're happy?

seems strange
that you can make me feel this way
and that I have the same effect on you

feelings, like words,
are fleeting
they flutter from one heart to another

makes a person so unsure of them
it's frightening to experience
but then you stop talking
do you know my thoughts? 

and you gaze longingly at me,
and your eyes, which have words of their own
tell me to trust
and not be afraid

they have a silent language
and are unlike words
shoving and obtrusive 

they're sincere and genuine
and trustworthy to the brim
and come from the heart

the heart and the eyes have a language
all their own
trustworthy
and genuine

they touch your heart
gently and shyly
and bring you into paradise

[4/6/07]