Stone ButterfliesA Poem by Paza
My soul has quivered in anticipation As your fingertips lightly brushed over my skin. My body has trembled in exhaustion As I gazed up at your face, holding our newborn. My stomach has jumped with butterflies As you give me that look from across the room. My senses have exploded in absolute pleasure As your arms enfold me while making love. But now the quivering anticipation has turned to dread, The trembling exhaustion has become merely sorrow, As the butterflies turn to stone and sink to the pit of my stomach. The explosions no longer pleasure, but the sounds of my world, Rocked and devastated, crumbling around me, As I envision those same arms holding somebody else.
© 2008 PazaAuthor's Note
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11 Reviews Added on November 13, 2008 Last Updated on November 13, 2008 AuthorPazaAboutI'm a woman, a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a lover, a friend...I could be the woman next door, you never know. more..Writing
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