Good Friday

Good Friday

A Poem by butterfly

I was inspired when souls merged
Someone called me at 10 in the morning
It was his voice I heard
even with all the demons
all the reasons to say no
he made it hard to do so
he fought it well texting me yesterday
Using his sweet and charmful way
with questions like do you need to have me like I need to have you princess
Kisses miss you so much kisses some more
all the reasons before now ignored
all i know is i want you sweet amore
I just reply casually i hope I see you soon too
He includes I really miss feeling your body next to mine princess
I haven’t seen or touched him in a while
he doesn’t even remember our last time
the day or the the month or what but neither do I
we dont chart time
every day together is our anniversary
every moment laying naked forever is the holiday
sometimes I wander if we did it the real way would we have stayed so long
or would we be singing that same old miserable song
we are the jaded ones
he has no more money to lose
and my heart is still so blue
but he says the last time with you was the last time I did do
I asked him is it me he sees every time he closes his eyes
even when he is holding others
does he want me to see him when i close mine
he says yes to all except he isn’t holding others
what can we do
we are dumb hungry lovers
on Good Friday
God parted the red sea and we got away
while we He went to the cross
so our spirits can be free and naked
in love and sacred
because He loves us so much
i dont want to steal
he doesn’t want to cheat
but he said he was going crazy
he wants me always
i feel the same
though there is no happy fairy tale end
he can only pencil me in for an hour
we are the jaded ones
the breakers and the takers of real love
it is all it takes to erase all those dark powers
he lights me up
i come alive
filled with energy
as our two souls merge
for an eternity
for when he closes his eyes he sees me
he tells me he thinks of me every day
its not great but its something
when the world is nothing
not one with love any more
we locked that door
when the people including him elected trump
so here we are in this dump
only we can be saved by God’s love
and on Good Friday He will show us

© 2025 butterfly


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