The Tattoo

I know it's you
From the small tattoo
On the back of your neck
A butterfly in the cutest shade of blue
It cannot be but you
Why did they lie to me?

You used to have dark hair
But now it's fair
Your eyes too
Are now of a different colour
And your lips are fuller
Your face more rounded than before
But it's the same tattoo
It cannot be but you
Why did they lie to me?

I hear you say 'Bonjour Monsieur'
In perfect French in which
You didn't speak a word before
You lean over the bar and kiss me
I only now realise from this kiss
It's certainly not you
In spite of that tattoo
They didn't lie
You did die



Poetry by Saphire
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Written on 2011-08-28 at 23:35

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ngaio Beck
Engaging and enigmatic. Great write.
2011-08-29



Hello, new writing friend!
What a beautiful piece, as lovely as the blue butterfly tattoo. A captivating portrait of a lady, with a little mystery too in the sense of change and uncertainty.
And kisses are unique, I find. And compatibility is a rare thing indeed. So while the ending is a little sad, it ends with the truth of recognition. Stark, yet somehow comforting.
Applause!
2011-08-29