Paradise They say a picture speaks a thousand words. I say a word can speak a thousand pictures. Paradise. The air tumbles across a picturesque beach, each particle stopping to greet your bare skin. The waves kiss the pale shoreline punctuated with pastel sea shells, memories of when this abandoned island was teaming with majestic Jurassic giants. Paradise. Paradise. Kissing your neck, tickling it with his heavenly lips, breathing warm and soothing caresses, he tells you you're his only girl. That he'll treat you right. That no matter what happens, he will do anything for this to work. You know he isn't lying. Paradise. Paradise. Orchestra music darts and dives in the cool night breeze, each bandstand occupied with a hive of song-weavers. Tonight will be the night. You step and twirl and smile in perfect time amongst the hoards of unknown faces and bodies, getting lost, being absorbed by the buzz, losing yourself like you never wanted to find yourself, as though this is your final night here. If it was, you couldn't care less, this would be your final bow, your curtain call. Or maybe tonight is just the beginning, a dashing opening number. Paradise.