Butterflies and Goosebumps

I

questions

how much of our lives

rely on good luck

or blind misfortune

far to go fate

spins loaded dice

over the goosebump

storm tossed waves

through the random flutter

of a butterfly wing

we see which lightning lit

turn in the fork

we will choose

in the moment

of destiny's pause

so what might

you do to

poor little me

as the owls

peer over the

moonlit beach

mourning their

maybe might

have been somethings

will you hedge bets

and not risk your hand

even if

in the end

you are cold

and lonesome

or will you risk all

and gamble fate's bluff

to find all the warmth

and shared indulgence

you need and deserve

or perhaps

just leave all

those decisions

to me

II

responses

raindrops fall from a storm ravaged sky
the icy invasion meets soft warm flesh
goosebumps rise in silent defence
cold only reaching the depth of skin
never touching that eternal flame

of secret indulgence
of simple delight
of skin against skin

in the deep of the night

the memory of gentle persuasion
and sweetness
and beauty

enough to set butterflies rolling
and chase the cold away
forever

Reviews

[Muse]

interesting take on poetry, nicely done!

[blakjassy]

i love this revision... i like the way that the language in the second part plays with the first part

[blakjassy]

I like this! It is cryptic and so it is playful but at the same time it expresses deeper thoughts and wistfulness, even yearning