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Butterfly
(if possible, to be read with a French accent)
Ah yes, I am exquisite but that is not all
on my wings alphabets, flashbacks that enchant
catch me, paint me if you can
one day a cocotte with sorrowful breasts
the next a soaring celestial body
dashing round the universe as clock hands whirl
I’m transformation embodied
a song, lightning, a flutter
in the pit of you
Chase me, capture me, hold me
you know this feeling won’t last for long
but if you dance too close, beware
I’ll leave my wing dust on your lapel
brand you mine for ever
Let’s tango, boogie, cha-cha, quadrille
paso doble, waltz me, slow me down
Now tell me you love me
whisper it in my ear
‘cos you know, quite soon now
it will be time to move on
© Johnmichael Simon
2013
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