Jonathan I. Clark
The Butterfly Knife Analogy Of Love - Poem by Jonathan I. Clark
Sleek... motions move like liquid.... the knife as I know it to be.
Dangerous, full awarness at what your holding. A great outcome it would be to complete what was once thought never to be accomplished by yourself
Attractive... while being opened... Thrilling to those of you watching. Intimidated by both the beautiful movements and the points.
To unlatch, and watch it move. The knife moving...to where its dangerous but showing no fear because your never affraid to learn. The final opening and ready for whatever you may need it for. I believe love is the same way. To be captivated by those who watch...
to the thrill of experiencing the movements and motions as others do.
Relationships like that of the butterfly knife, to open...unlatch yourself from locks that hold you in place. Be captivated by the movements and motions until the artform befall an outcome.
A coulpe of outcomes may come out of it and everyone knew love was never easy. Like that of the knife the motions are delicate. No one said it to be easy. Relatioships like that of the knife may snap back at you if you don't know how to hold onto it. The blade can cut you if you spin it to early or too late.Or if you don't open it at just the right moment it may never finish the motions you started off with.
This was me trying to be artistic. But honestly if you ever watch me opening what I have described above, you'll understand that I didn't need it to rhyme be beatuiful. But to experience the motions will give you your own definition.
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