A smoking barrel hangs loose in my hand Fallen butterflies at my feet As her eyes beckoned mine Pushing hard to get inside A familiar yet forgotten feeling Bubbled quietly within My stomach felt wings begin First only slowly ... And then A rush of wind My heart pounding Like after a childβs first kiss A second or two of bliss Then confusion and tumbling Like a dryer full of cotton candy Loss of vision and thought Momentarily And then it hits me Butterflies Oh, no Butterflies! Out of fear And half swallowed desperation I draw my pistol and fire Bullet after bullet As beauty and innocence Fall lifeless to the ground Until there is no sound Just a muffled beat Still on my feet My heart safe From the imminent attack A close call As her tears fall I walk away And live to love Another day
This poem was inspired by a friend who envisioned a painting of this subject matter.