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I fall in lust with
Butterfly
but
I can't use my net
to catch him,
I am afraid to
hurt
his wings.
They look fragile
to me...
I pray to St. Agnes,
Crippling my face with her tears
So I kneel close to the seas.
Rivers run deep,
just like my heart bleeds
dripping upon her creed.
Stars, charms & spells,
whatever conjures the bell
draw me to your vale.
Standing behind my beau,
I long to kiss you
And his uptight shoulders’ blues.
Everything about me is
secrecy;
you aren’t supposed to know,
i’m not supposed to tell;
Living among the shadows
is dreadful as the sunlight.
But what can i do
since i’m destined to be like this,
Now what do you want to know
more about me ?
Ask me
Like how do i prey my children ?
yes it is pitiful to see them
so helpless when i clutch them like that,
but tell me what to do
since i’m destined to be like this
Who is to be blamed, when we
– the minority
amongst you
to be like this,
i don’t know the answer
but as long as i taste blood,
i’ll find it whatever it takes me,
you aren’t supposed to know
what i’m not expected to tell
but what harm does it to me ?
The echo
of
that moment
- my moment
with you –
is
now
disseminating
through
time & space;
through
that door,
through
those four-cornered walls,
through
your breath
and mine;
We find,
yes we will
find
eternity
in
the echo
of
that moment
Can I hug you? There, I
may touch your neck
with my lips. So
gently you may not
even realize what I'm
doing to you. And I'll
trace your line to your
mouth
beneath a woman's veil
he has a loveliest face;
sliding his body to entice
slithering around the men
like Serpent in Eden,
the boy dances to ******
and the music
so sinful,
salacious,
decelerating
until the men in the room
get drunk with lust
and beat themselves up
wanting to know,
who deserve to take
the boy tonight
I do not want
to trade my books
with any of
their clothes,
I do not need
to trade my books
with any of
their shoes,  
I like to use
money
to buy me
more & more & more books,
Oh no,
I do not want to
put on
layers & layers & layers
of make up
to hide who
I really am.

— The End —