ROSES AND BUTTERFLIES
We met at a junction
where reality meets fantasy.
Till butterflies perched in my belly
And learned to fly there.
I gave some of their flutterings a voice.
So, here I wait.
She heard my noiseless wings
Flapping against the window of her heart.
She opened up for me to enter
And like a rose, her scent pulled me further in.
We hung out at a spot
Where the night kissed the sky
Right in the middle of the ocean.
Where we made love on the water beds.
We made the horizon our home
Right under where the stars shone.
We really were in our zone.
Now, we are one.
The butterfly and the rose.
Bit by fragile bit,
My betraying petals fall off,
Revealing sharp and savage thorns
He asked: why so many thorns?
I said: they remain when all else wither
Just then, the last of my petals crack
The one that holds our union and sanity
So, here we wait.
It will fall soon.
We’ll fall apart too.
Now, the butterfly itches for new pollen
Wishing to fly away.
I sought to pluck your wings and keep you with me forever
But, I don’t wish you a wingless death
Not on my account.
Go, baby go
For tonight, I’m letting go
Fly, baby fly.
For your kind were born to rise.
My stomach aches from a lack of love and butterflies
So, I’ll wait till my petals bloom anew
Perhaps, you will stray my way again.
And if you ever wish to return
Or taste of my sweet pollen.
I’ll be right here.
Impatiently waiting by the receiver.
Waiting to pick up.
For you, I will bloom
Whatever the season.