I didn’t close the curtains because the night sky was speaking to me.
Clouds as soft as my king size sheets. But only one star staring in at me.. she’s just as lonely as me.
These windows make it seem like that universe up there could just engulf me.
I’m not afraid, please just take me.
Fly me across the sky like Peter taking Wendy’s hand.
Fly me to that star whose staring right back at me.

~


so obvious the mistake
the ordered disorganization

the summation of a man's life
in an ampersand -
a logogram connection
tween two words,  
finally, properly sequenced

error then trial, then error then trial

perception - my life is an endless trial
punctuated and worsened,
periodically pierced
by errors
made of your own free (not really) choosing

"whenever confronted by a fork in my road,
I always chose wrongly"

and aye, here's the rub
the same mistake made repeatedly

example prime:
falling in love is just another way of saying
gonna end badly

and you constant cravenly confess
to yourself the ending unbecoming cause
you can read the handwriting on the wall
for your specialty is


*only love poetry for dummies

Magnifying

I focus in.

I see all details

Like caught on film.

I rewind,
I assume.
I draw wrong conclusions about the varied clues.

Retreating

I externalize.

I see no details

Of the who and why.

I project,
I know.
I make good decisions when walking on objective rope.*

10:56pm , Tuesday, 5th , July, 2016

She will lose herself in a book
and find herself in poetry

She thinks that religion is a sacrilege
and that long showers are sacred

She makes love when she's tired
and never tires of making love

She is irreverent in her humor
and pious in her gravity

She is diligent in completing her work
and ambitious of her quest for leisure

She is the personification of romanticism
and the embodiment of compassion

She exists harmoniously in my mind

He...
Silently sees Me
Acceptance
Beyond
Surface level deep
His
Gentle approach
I embrace
like
His
Written Word
takes
me
to
A place where
My
Essence
Is glowing,
showing
freely

His
Sincerity moves me
with
one
peek
He sees
My sensuality
Colors
of my emotions
His
Attention
To my details
makes
Me
Wonder with
amazement
unlike
the
Uncultured swine of
our
time
He’s spawn from
a
Different
Generation of
Major Leagues
who
Plays for keeps
In
Tune
With masculinity

Through
the thickness of
Fog and midst
He
Knows
Why I exist
To
Be
Queen
I admire His
Every
Word
Spoken, written me
I’m
Pleased
Elated
To be acquainted
We
Shall
Ever
Remain
Separated from the
Tainted*

~ButterFly εїз 2012©