(a tale of goodbye)*


I know this is not the end
but, it feels like it.

Patiently I wait until we perform
our last scene together.

Possess by the passions of
two star-crossed lovers,

our enactment brought silence
over the room.

Anxiety flushes over me
as we take our final bow
and the curtain closes.

Secretly my heart hopes for
a standing ovation, even an encore.

I yearn for one last moment
to spend with you in our short story.

Sorrow engulfs my entire being.

My body starts rejecting
the thought of losing you.

As I look into your eyes, I reflect back on
how beautiful we were together.

I question...

Can we add another scene?

Why does it have to end?


~Butterfly εїз  2011©

I am wrapped in a firm squeeze.

This cocoon is tight! (so tight)

I fight to find comfortability.

(Restless) in this nest.

This Transitioning is hurting me! (tears)

Questioning the worth of these wings,

can I sustain this agony?

If I stop fighting,

will this squeeze be lighten? (maybe)

waiting... waiting... waiting

Patiently,

Until, this cocoon cracks and exposes my wings.


~ButterFly εїз 2013©

Sweet is the memory
delicious flavors filled the air

romance served in a bakery

steam swirls in circles around
cups of hot toffee

golden flakes of buttery dough
melting oils on warm skin

moist filling inside of cherry pies
taste of kisses and candy

thickness of syrup on baked
peaches

sweat oozing hot-to-touch

cold whipped cream swirled in
bananas and wafers

we wrestle in milk and honey
feeling comatose

falling simultaneous on waxed paper
coated in sugary powders
baked in high temperatures
we become well done

crashing,
we overdosed on a sugar rush high

~Butterfly εїз ©

I'm the sky.
You're the sun.
Light beams inside of me.
I am exposed, flooded with love
and, I can't resist your light.

~ Butterfly εїз ©

haiku

Just one look into your eyes
makes the difference,
heartbeat skips one-thousand times.

~Butterfly εїз ©