Wicked Mike

Rookie - 0 Points (South Africa)

Sexy Butterfly - Poem by Wicked Mike

The gentle snow of a full moon’s face
caressed my soul like dew-wet lace
Whirled away into that purity of a fantasy moment
by the rose beauty of your debonair smile,
I felt the loosening of my chains of exile

Your inner voice spoke to me from the world of one eye
It was the pained plea of the golden butterfly:
“Help me, ive been hurt”
My arms, like story castles, yearned to enfold you,
this swelling emotion for a presence so new

Flung into the other eye, I became a dove
and raced your currents of longed for loves:
magic, mystery and animal freedom
From ahigh, I watched you ride
the black stallion like nature’s wife,
fulfilling desire, having sex with life

Now, I’m by promise with you entwined,
a response to dripping diamonds
that left our friendship refined
Walk forward with me, holding my hand
We’re outsiders of imperfection
searching for the wells of perception.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 3, 2006

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