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On Butterflies' Wings

he pulled me into his arms,
coaxing me with
the way his hands moved
and his breathing,
begging me to trust him
while I struggled
to control my heartbeat
and the butterflies' wings
were laced with fear.

he held his lips close to mine
keeping his promise
not to start me on the road
to another heartbreak
with rash, wasted kisses,
while I suppressed
every urge to close the void
between lips and lonely souls
and the butterflies' wings
were laced with desire.

he held my head to his chest,
tangling his fingers
in my hair and pressing
his lips to my forehead,
strictly friendly,
as he slipped away
with a smile that finally reached his eyes,
while i sang a song
in my head that fit the moment,
and the butterflies' wings
were laced with promise.



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