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Butterfly Hands

Posted by Lem on May 26, 2011 - 22:21

Our butterfly hands flutter palely in the gloom
As soft flesh gives beneath cool-sheened satin skin
Through the veil of self-control and thought
Shuddered tension to easeful breathing grants release
Backdrop low cries of fainting pleasure
Cascade-dance of harebell notes so sharp and sweet
You are all, you are nothing save solid warmth and light,
Soaring joy in your eyes lucid in sultry lapis skies.
Lips moving, I carve with my hands
From the darkness, marble shadow-outlines of you.
It seems we are mere children in this most adult art-
Sunshined, awe-eyed, forever bound in heart.

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Comments

seashore | May 27, 2011 - 09:10

Some great postings today and this is one of them. A lovely piece.

skinner_jennifer | May 27, 2011 - 10:59

Hi Lem,

there are so many beautiful descriptive words in
this poem, I hardly no where to start, to say which
is my favourite. The poem as a whole, has so much
beauty.

Jenny.

maisie | May 27, 2011 - 15:13

sonnet? is it a bit too short? lol, i'll have to look it up...

the last two lines are brilliant and so are the 7 & 8, they really do it for me.., ]
good poem

insertponceyfre... | May 27, 2011 - 16:12

this is beautiful Lem -well done

V.C.Willow | May 28, 2011 - 09:55

Beautiful and yet I found it sad also it seems almost haunting, only a fleeting pleasure that will fade. Congrats on the cherries

V.C

JoseHdz | May 30, 2011 - 08:05

great sounds/movement/fluidity.. congrats on the cherries!

Cavalcaderl | May 30, 2011 - 12:48

Lem
Enjoyed this romantic poem.
And the title. Makes me think
of Butterfly kisses. Umm umm!
Images words
fall away of beauty.
Congrats; on the cherry to.
julie xx