:: Frantic Butterflies ::


The beating of butterfly wings -
Frantic

The kindling of breath
Rushing to face
Cheeks coming alive with the fire within.
(Your breath hot against my ears.)

The quickening of pulse
Throbbing in soft of neck
Eyes changing with the shifting shadows.
(Your pulse pressed against mine.)

The awakening of thought
Urging flight to
Fingers impatient for deliverance.
(Your thoughts are drowning me.)

Touching
Grasping
Choking -
Me.

As breath slows
The pulse to a deliberation
And eyes darken with
The stillness of thought

Unmoving
Resisting
Challenging -
You.

Then, desperation -
As we try to hold on to
Grains of realisation that slip faster than
Impassioned words.

The beating of butterfly wings -
Slower
Softer

So easily
Tearing each other to pieces.


(c) k. march 2005.