Day 20: Paradise.

In paradise there are no colors
We do not exist in hues or layers
The lion sleeps under the heaping plume of sky
And secrets only run blood deep

We are the savages

The jaws of rabid animals
Eaten and worn by the wanderings of our past
Now resurrected into present

I find you there

In the field built for choosing
You were the restless one
The naïve and tempted
Coaxed by wet palette promises

Perhaps the forbidden fruit was an orange
Burning her tongue the way acid does
A flame lit by saliva
Extinguished by our always
But we are the smokeless

We carry our lanterns late into the night
And tiptoe back into covers before morning
spotlights our sins
Before time makes another smoke cloud
of our skin and curves

Cradle us like saplings
But let us walk with our heads high and heavy
Find a cage
Then let us sever our way out of it
We are safer in enclosures than open spaces
Seduce us with immortality
then push us off bridges
Suffocate us with mud
We will break through the earth with guns blazing

Burning tigers ignited in your palm
Until the lion is extinct.