Butterfly

a half-eaten sandwich and
eyes scanning for his voice
which will be precious, like a cold heart

o Lord let me feel satisfied for many more days
on the company of my other friends
my impossibilities held dangerously
in their seeing hands

is true love there, if not where
i thought it was, in which
there were no impossibilities

* *

Tap water splashes into my glass.
I raise it to my waiting lips. I drink
a long time. It tastes lyrical, purple, of
a spring romance. It falls
cool behind the chest, waking the heart.
Who was that beautiful creature
in my dreams?
she says.

* *

I feel the moving air pulsing against my ear
They call me The Dreamer. The Gambler.
I can’t stop. I am so restless! so flight-ful.
At last I have my own name, you are in
My life. You’re here to stay, aren’t you?
But I sense that you are going away.
That you are becoming me. And I am a pair of wings.
You have let the tempestuous colour of my eyes
Fill your temperament which, not so long ago,
Was lilac and lush with formulae.
The wind has dropped. Shall I head north or west?

3 comments

    1. Thanks, Nico, happy you liked it.

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  1. WOW. This is a film. An entire film in a few words. Seriously. I see films in my head always: hear visually whether listening or reading…and this is an AMAZING film. I love getting huge doses of Your words in one sitting. Rock on, Beauty!!! 🙂

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