What heaven is a perfect place on earth
away from all odds of my life since birth

from fear of being sole and incomplete
Paradise, I wandered to inhabit

away from danger of any defeat
yet, where I surrender from head to feet

from all questions of unknown that I ask
where intangibles linger on my touch

from stress and fatigue of long day’s work
yet, where I restlessly be absorbed

from restrictions of being free to act
even I sleep naked likely matters not

from heat or cold of changing weather
where warmth and breath smelled into the air

from dreams, hoping when awake, do come true
where flesh and blood provide comfort anew

from searching not knowing when to stop
where your caressing stokes sculpt the art

from nothing, to have someone's soul and heart
where your chest is the only nest of hatch

away from no where I refuge shelter
beneath your skin and arms barely as cover

and from others against serenity
when You is where I ever wanted to be.