Dancing Butterflies

Time seems to move so slowly
as shallow breaths regulate
a beating rhythm to the marching
thoughts that float in her mind.
The warmth and indentation of
another night wrapped in arms
that she loves yet so despises.
It is the heat that weighs so
heavy on her heart and soul
and kisses now from lashes
feel like spiders on her skin.
Once they locked eyes across
a cheerless, crowded affair
and pinning money to their
lapels, they spent time in
the headiness of acquaintance.
Flowers, books and surprises
each a mask to disguise the
true intent of this fatal love,
so that now she lies
tangled, limbs disjointed
his breath, her suffocation.
Once desire was her mantra
now it is a jail to contain
and only thoughts fly free,
unencumbered, dancing
butterflies on leaves.







Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-09-13 at 10:39

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Zoya Zaidi
Yeah, Emma, love can sometimes be so caging, specially when it has passed...
(((Hugs to ease that suffocating feeling)))
Love, Zoya
2007-09-13


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi there Elle another wonderfully sophisiticated poem full of the wonderous imagery you bring to these nostalgic if sad texts well done rgds mike
2007-09-13