Butterflies and Flutterbies

April 2, 2011
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Shadows prance about my dimly lit room,
The death watch tells of my impending doom,
The scream of metal parting from its sheath,
Pulse protesting from blankets; underneath

Little Butterfly

A passionate kiss from the beholder,
Red ambrosia blossoms from my shoulder
Gentle monster drink in my very life,
Slice after slice of your beautiful knife

Come, And Flutterby,

Pain and pleasure once were like black and white,
Now only shades of grey, I feel their might
Maroon tears I cry like rivulets flow,
A foot and a hand, my pleasure does grow

Oh Please Come Again

A mouth sized circle where my skin is gone,
Like moths to flame, to my blood you are drawn
You can see many a thing through that hole,
Never mind my organs, look for my soul

On Another Wind

I've lost my blood and am no longer chaste,
I am but a corpse, my pulse, gone; make haste
smile as you quietly close the door
Another night will you be back for more

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