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Deviled Darling.

We took the butterflies, cut their wings
and set them to life
in your eyes.

We took the flowers, cut their stems
and put them to a vase
in our kitchen.

I'm a cotton wool bud dancing for a neon city.
 
Take my hand,
let's watch the lights.

There are fireworks.

We ran 'cross a beach, stealing stones
putting them in our pockets -
if ever we wanted to walk away.

We took a drive, hit a ditch,
danced in the midnight moonlight.
That's our old fashioned way.

I'm a foolish flare gun assigned to a promiscuous world,
hit my hips,
make my knees shiver, quiver, bend and break.

Make me fit.
My old-fashioned whore.
A deviled darling and more.
See everything we knew before
- I'm letting it go
to expose on you one innocent core.

Reset our score, our barrels loaded.

It feels like I'm lining my
words with your stomach
and thighs,
and shoulderblades
and ears.

The cameras are gone.

We took the butterflies, cut their wings
and set them to life
in your eyes.

Poppy Banks. 17.03.10
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
Published | Edited 18th Mar 2011
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