![]() Butterfly KissesA Poem by Juliette LaBelleI have seen the dark, I have felt the cold. I have lain in good times, And I've stood in bad. I have felt the harsh words, Like a razor blade Butterfly. That sweet Sinful Delight, Of the most scarlet red. I have lived, And I have died. Reborn as I am a new being, One which understands the butterfly. And those tiny gleaming wings did dance, Playing across my flesh with such sensitivity. And there before It's purity I wept. Though not of remorse nor of fear. But for the beauty of the Butterfly. And as I felt it's touch, I could feel it's burn, Marking me, Taking bits of me with it. And it danced across my scars. And though I bled, I was also healed. And though it did leave behind its own scars. These scars ached with a warmth unfamiliar, Always reminding me, That they were good. © 2011 Juliette LaBelle |
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Added on September 28, 2011 Last Updated on September 28, 2011 AuthorJuliette LaBelleAboutWicked Clown Love!! GAY PRIDE!!! "Zydrate comes in a little glass vial." "Dancing is forbidden." more..Writing
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