Paradise Regained

Her hands on my shoulders. Mine on her hips. We sway
To the softly sliding music of a party that’s dying
But still clinging, refusing to let go.

There is much magic in holding on, and as much
In the act of letting go. Yet, here and now,
I have her face in front of mine, so my lips
Steal kisses here and there, bit by bit.

We might never work out.

The ivory towers surrounding her garden
Are easy to scale and get into
But each stain I stamp on it while walking
Remind me how dirty my clothes…

Yet, let me dance and the dust
Could be another powder
Amidst the many
That color this place.

Let us dance, and those eyes
Who jeer and judge
Find that beauty
Can coexist with disgrace.




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Written on 2026-04-12 at 15:17

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
. . . the romance continues (though an uphill battle)!

I, too, like the Milton references, and why not—life is nothing if not two steps forward, one step back—paradise lost and regained, and . . . to be continued!
2026-04-12


William Hughes The PoetBay support member heart!
Exquisite. I'm pretty sure that your series of poems has little to do directly with John Milton's Paradise Lost and Paradise Regained, but I appreciate the reference to a poet who used to be considered right up there with Shakespeare but who is pretty much neglected today. Your poem flows gently but determinedly and ends with a summation of your thesis: There's beauty to be found in unexpected ways.
2026-04-12