Butterfly

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

Just thoughts on the essence of desire

I’m on a path, following a bright butterfly who’s dappled wings flutter against a dying grey of life. I watch it spend its energy hoping it has enough for the journey. In that, I too can know what the beauty of the heaven it’s chasing tastes like. It’s batting wings against the fog and mist and green. My god the deepest richest fertile green my eyes almost can’t absorb the color and I feel. ....I feel weak!
In that instant I know it too must rest but instead I want to press it against my soul and tattoo is skeleton on my spirit. I want her to want the things I want for the sake of our lives. I want her to drink me dry enough to survive the journey and to find what we were meant to find. I want her to love the things I never knew I could and show me, with the pin in her mouth and the grenade in our hands, that life is more than this. More than an empty conversation about how things are. More than a days worth of toils and an ok meal. More than “Hey do you smoke”, “Netflix and chill”, “Fucking make me cum even if it hurts”.
I want her to love me like the things she sacrificed to have me as I love her that way. I want her wings to be beautiful even though I didn’t fashion them that way. And once I know these things. I can find joy in the empty bits of conversation, she needs to explore my soul. The ok meal that she made because I was tired and broken. “Please help me cum despite the pain!”. I want and I want, and maybe that’s why the only thing in my life is this butterfly.

 

 


Submitted: March 13, 2021

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