***
An endless paradise
is watching your eyes.
Every time it starts with me
standing on a cliff top,
catching the breeze,
watching the cyclone
that blows red clouds over my Mont Blanc,
when suddenly an enormous wall wave
crushes down,
in less than an instant
I’m swept away in the wake and wave,
the last glimpse I catch of the rest of the world,
lifted briefly above the foam,
and then – nothing
but the sea of your pupils,
I am in the centre of a blue, hazel, olive rose,
I am swallowed in ice agony,
in the messiest mess,
if not even messier,
In the tenderest tender
of your eyelashes,
a bonfire
in which the sea is burnt,
a journey in a second
around the world,
a horsemen ride across Nevada,
a sneak-peek into your harbour –
the highest height of paradiso.
