Dancing Butterflies
Time seems to move so slowlyas 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
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Written on 2007-09-13 at 10:39
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