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Ok, i have to put this out here. read if you want. respond if you like. but please be patient with me in my need to expell some demons that have been taunting me:
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Pin the Butterfly ~ III
The eternity that stretches out is void of knowing
As she slowly swallows the fear of imprisonment
That she is hardly even aware of,
"Excuse me . . . ?" she whispers, stunned.
You have bought the moment on credit against your life,
What do you do now?
You cannot possibly stop until to plunge your frozen fingers into
The center of the mystery and feel the beating pulse thicken and stop
Praying you can make it start again.
The sounds you conjure for her are yours yet not.
"Mint . . . Cool and renewing; the accent and the whole . . . sweet without the sugar.
Magnolia . . . pretty simplicity, smooth white; intoxicating . . . sugar without the sweet."
She is reeling with the poetry of all you have not said
Sure that you are something more than the others and trembling in your sight.
You reach out and touch her brow, the wings of her pooled eyes
And as they close with the weight of a feather's touch she drags a
Breath, ragged with desire
Desire for you.
Your hand finds the small of her back ~ the defenseless place in her heart
And as you lead her now, further into the bright stunning world in which you reside
She glides by your side in all her glory,
Your love and your victim
Your Butterfly.
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confessed on 2000-11-22