Lepidopterous

Elation, dance of butterfly
Nights where life seems a rush
Your smile is wet with desire
And your eyes gleam out your longing

 
Exhilaration, flit in gloom
You get closer in the moonbeam
I feel the movement of your breath
The touching quiver of your silk

 
Ephemera delight of blaze
When your wings skim over my flame
I feel your rebellion
Your rapture and your sin

 
You fall dead in my glass
Like a magnet in wine
Doom’s for you, pain’s for me
Both as soon felt as forgotten.

 
And I ask my neighbour
Who is staring at me
Clean glass, would you?
Mine reeks death of heaven
And I still feel thirsty.

First published in Poetic Diversity May 06

Comments

[Chris]

Il y a là des subtilités que mon anglais basique n'avait pas capté à la première lecture...j'adore, un vrai bijou.

[Kiki]

Love's a flicker but watch out the shards of its drowned wings, you, wondrous picker of Poetry orchard... ;)