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Butterfly eyes (sonnet)

Posted by alphadog1 on January 22, 2012 - 23:40

She has these lovely butterfly eyes,
that lustre in their sweet fragility.
They look at me, so bold and unafraid;
despite her twenty three years of age,
they are untamed by life's hard lessons;
of heavy bitterness and ice cold cruelty.
They lift me up, and hold me very close,
And wrap about my shattered legs.
and with a sweet secret, aching "shhh",
She slowly settles all my needy debts.
With a slender raised winked finger,
placed on her lush and tender lips;
I slowly sense a growing needy ache,
that fills me with her heady sips.
and as we touch...our breath is stilled...
yet not filled... with any sad regrets.

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alphadog1 | January 23, 2012 - 08:49

still not happy with this... but writing has become tough of late...

Blessing | January 23, 2012 - 14:18

That is as may be but it is a very expressive piece.

alphadog1 | January 23, 2012 - 14:23

Thanks... your comments are very encouraging. I have to say that this has been hard to chisel and will be altered again. But I have had my head so full of studying and the cause and effect of the church in England, defining and redefining tradition and dissent is so complex... and so unlike me... I hate the dry unending rubbish that I have to do to get myself in a position simply to be able to be employed.

Blessing | January 23, 2012 - 19:11

H-e-a-v-y ... Nevermind ... I'm rooting for you!!! Smile ...

alphadog1 | January 23, 2012 - 19:30

smile back.
I have just read your poem "living in a twenty first city." a nice piece of work that; you paint a good picture of apathy and disinterest mixed with tribal questions... very well done.
I do sense a touch of cynicism in it. And I have to say don't blame you. Since we have dispensed with God, all we are left with are laws we cannot live with live up, or at least relate to. That's the basis of the essay I am working on. Its filling my head...Humanity needs to reflect... and if we do it humbly, we could finally be on the side of right. (I don't mean political right in that statement either.)
Do you really like it? (butterfly eyes?) It was so hard to write. And I am really missing the beer... I keep telling myself I don't need it and that I am capable and I am worth it. But its a battle... and I am covered in bruises already...and I need some sex. Or chocolate... or all three... all this holy writing is getting me wrapped up.

alphadog1 | January 23, 2012 - 19:30

smile back.
I have just read your poem "living in a twenty first city." a nice piece of work that; you paint a good picture of apathy and disinterest mixed with tribal questions... very well done.
I do sense a touch of cynicism in it. And I have to say don't blame you. Since we have dispensed with God, all we are left with are laws we cannot live with live up, or at least relate to. That's the basis of the essay I am working on. Its filling my head...Humanity needs to reflect... and if we do it humbly, we could finally be on the side of right. (I don't mean political right in that statement either.)
Do you really like it? (butterfly eyes?) It was so hard to write. And I am really missing the beer... I keep telling myself I don't need it and that I am capable and I am worth it. But its a battle... and I am covered in bruises already...and I need some sex. Or chocolate... or all three... all this holy writing is getting me wrapped up.

Blessing | January 23, 2012 - 23:21

Is it true a cold shower might otherwise help??? Chocolates can get so morish, you'd have to buy a small bar. They do some good non-alcoholic beers these days. Hope one or all of my suggestions help. Keep smiling ...

alphadog1 | January 24, 2012 - 06:53

Ha ha. Cheers