paros not paris
Paradise lies engulfed by Aegean
It's a winding labyrinth that ebbs and flows
Cobbled ground, a sea within a sea
Thick and pasty cobalt catches your eye every three strides
Bougainvillea and oleander sprout atop, raspberry-hued spells
As if a nymph perished but the island still breathed her spirit
Poseidon’s realm glazes your skin
Chilling but warmth against your shoulders
His salty breath blows through your loose fabrics
It may coarse your hair but it will freshen your psyche
Silky sand, plush blanket to cool your soles
There is no waiting in Paradise; a table is always on hand
Glazed ceramic platters piled with ambrosia
Puffed bread, tender noisettes, plump tomatoes
A hymn of flavors serenades
A cupbearer never lets your glass empty.
The chatter of the affluent drowns out the sea wail
Sit amongst the pantheon rather than gaze above
For a moment you can pretend you talk with them
That you are a goddess amongst mortals
A paloma spills out and past your lips
Such a sweet sip of drink
Your cheeks will blush when you feel her bright kicks
And as the sun goes to rest behind the mount
Apollo blends mellow peach to brilliant heliotrope
Paradise lies a world away
An untouched temple
A plane, a ferry, a bus
Paradise is far
A ticket. A reservation
Paradise is nigh
