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Elation, dance of butterfly
Nights where life seems a rush
Your smile is wet with desire
And your eyes gleam out your longing
Exhilaration, flit in gloom
You get closer in the moonbeam
I feel the movement of your breath
The touching quiver of your silk
Ephemera delight of blaze
When your wings skim over my flame
I feel your rebellion
Your rapture and your sin
You fall dead in my glass
Like a magnet in wine
Doom’s for you, pain’s for me
Both as soon felt as forgotten.
And I ask my neighbour
Who is staring at me
Clean glass, would you?
Mine reeks death of heaven
And I still feel thirsty.
copyright 2006
Marie
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