Papilio

Crawling out of the bottle

You said it best

when you mentioned

the phantom limb

comes to life

when the muse,

the sunset has arrived.

 

I like to pretend

that you could

be my never setting

sun, but that's too

silly, romantic...

 

I'd like to be the one

I think I could be the one

 

And no, not in that sense

Im speaking of muses

sunsets, inspiration

found between the lines

and the words that form

between parted lips.

 

I should be grateful

the butterfly has decided

to take its rest

upon my perch

and not take for granted

the time it gives me

 

I look forward to

spending my time

nursing the shared intimacies

at daybreak while its wings

flicker in the shards

of naked honesty.

 

Reviews

[Narnie]

The last stanza is gorgeous. Butterflies... be careful... they are fragile. x

[deeps]

This is a wonderful write here I like the part about the butterfly. This is wonderful. I enjoyed this. You're a honest writer I like that.

[Dana Kathryn]

Hello Amber,I like this poem very, very much!!It is very real and honest.I love the title,The words flow beautifully! Excellent!!! :) Oh and i like your funny quotes as well,keep on writing...

Dana-

[cest la vie]

Honest, raw yet so hopeful..
I think you have captured a most intimate part of your life rather well.
This is smooth, like the path you are venturing down...
Lovely write...

[Tara]

I love that line" nursing the shared intimacies at daybreak while its wings flicker in the shards of naked honesty. " just beautiful!

[Emily B]

this is beautiful, one to come back to . . .