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I feel you -

the friction between your butterfly wings

- warm in my hands.

I’d love you like strings of pearls
And pin you up on the wall with needles
Just to keep you from getting away.

Would you send me letters from Paris?
Pictures of the Moulin Rouge, gifts from the Champs-Elysées?
No, I think not, Mr. Big Artiste.

Put your dreams into a dress
And watch them masquerade as something beautiful,
Insubstantial, iridescent
But beware, for they are deadly with their ruby lips stained
In city color,
These dreams, they will eat you alive.

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Paris

Contributed by keilantra on Tuesday, 5th December 2006 @ 03:34:02 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract

________________________

I feel you -

the friction between your butterfly wings

- warm in my hands.

I’d love you like strings of pearls
And pin you up on the wall with needles
Just to keep you from getting away.

Would you send me letters from Paris?
Pictures of the Moulin Rouge, gifts from the Champs-Elysées?
No, I think not, Mr. Big Artiste.

Put your dreams into a dress
And watch them masquerade as something beautiful,
Insubstantial, iridescent
But beware, for they are deadly with their ruby lips stained
In city color,
These dreams, they will eat you alive.

Copyright Â© keilantra ... [ 2006-12-05 15:34:02]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Paris (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Tuesday, 5th December 2006 @ 11:01:13 PM AEST
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I enjoyed the read. Thank you for sharing.
Peace, Laura

Re: Paris (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Sunday, 10th December 2006 @ 12:32:38 AM AEST
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Ohhhhh, Kei... you sounds soooo Anne Sexton-like here (and I love Anne Sexton!). [and maybe that's an obscure reference... I'm referring, really, to the her of her letters and such, not her poetry exactly... but it works, trust me... the reference sooo works]

This makes me want to cup my hands together, close my eyes and see if I, too, could feel the friction between a butterfly's wings. And I would... but for the thought that I think I probably could and the fear that I would not know what to do if I do --- hold it tight (for not wanting to ever let it go) or let it fly (as it should, but with fear that it actually might). Ah, dreams... like wings... they are such delicate and powerful things, no?

Love this!!!!!

~Snemmy

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