Butterflies

They say let butterflies go
and fly to wherever they will
For if they are yours they'll return to you
and in freedom they'll be with you still

But of course there is the reverse
where the butterfly never returns
And now sorrow becomes a death pyre
A flame that eternally burns

The Fight

Awake
In the middle of the night
With memories

The horrible fight
The words you said
The things you believed

It was all a misunderstanding
What you heard is not what I said
Not what I meant

But with those words
A love was ended
Pain beyond enduring

That feeling of betrayal
When in fact
Nobody was betrayed

How I hate myself sometimes

Life's Lesson

I have a temper
Stubbornness is another fault of mine
My words can cut deeply
Bitter things Like a poorly made wine

Temper teaches me
The lessons it gives are not fun
But I think I'm better after
When life's temper lesson is done

But lessons are hard
They are like falling from a tree
The hardest lesson of all is when
My lover learned to live without me

How It Was

We were lovers
We shared a small place not far from town
You grew a vegetable garden in the back
I planted flowers in the front

Evenings we would stroll the path down to the river
I would hold your hand
Sometimes we would see the fox come down for a drink
But not often

When we got caught in the rain it was funny
I teased you about being wet and you pushed me in the river
But you came in after me and pulled me out
I had never kissed in the rain before

By the time we got home we were both wet
And we knew what to do about that
I loved the way you made love to me
I wish - I could have been that good for you

But you don't talk to me anymore
When I put my arms around you, you pull away
There are no words between us
No reason for us to stay

Goodbye, my love

Foggy Dream

Living in a dream
A fog to hide the truth
Reality is so painful, so why not live where lies abound

To be beautiful
To hear the word, "I love you"
Spoken by a lover. Is it wrong to wish for the impossible

The tears of the heart
They fill a broken spirit
The body will heal, but how will the spirit ever mend

I Love You Simone

When she touched me the first time I thought it was by accident and I tried to pretend I hadn’t noticed

But the truth was that I liked it. Her hand was gentle, and when it brushed my shoulder I felt a chill, and a shortness of breath

I found myself seeking excuses to stand near to her, only partially sub-conscious of my own selfish motives
And when she looked at me I smiled. I wanted her to know, somehow, that I liked it when she touched me

She must have got the message, for she touched my arm again. And this time she did not pull away
I turned to her. I know my eyes were bright. Joy was leaping from my very bosom. My skin began to tingle

When the food was ready she put her hand on the small of my back and guided me to the dining area
I tried not to blush, but how does one do that anyway? I was feeling warm. She made me feel special. Even pretty.

When she sat beside me I was glad. And more than once I found a reason to accidentally bump her thigh with mine.
She knew. And she ceased my silly antics with a steady pressure of her leg against mine. I was comforted.

She asked if she could drive me home. And I said yes. It was all happening as I desired. Oh, thank you, God. Oh, thank you.
And as we drove she casually asked if I was interested in seeing where she lived. She had asked my desire.

She owned her own small house. A dainty thing, with two bedrooms and two baths. She gave me a tour.
When we came to her bedroom she invited me in. And I went. I was shaking with anticipation.

She took me in her arms and kissed me. Such a warm and loving kiss I had never before known.
Her hands slid over my shoulders, and took down the zipper of my dress.

I had never done this before. And I confess that I was scared. But she was gentle, kind and loving.
I let her undress me to my panties. I let her kiss my breasts. She played with my ears. And then played more with the rest.

She showed me what to do. So I could do it right for her. And such feeling I had not known. Oh, if it could last forever.
What she did to me I did to her. I had never thought I could. But I loved her from the start. And from the start I knew I would.

I live with her now. We share the house. The house with two small rooms with beds.
But when it’s time to go to bed, with each other we do rest.

I love you, Simone.

A Woman in Love

To be a woman and love a woman is called by some a sin
Yet not to love is sin to God, how can a young girl win

Women should not love women, they say that is the truth
But read of these two women, Naomi and Ruth

Why should love be turned aside, and why be it so despised
To fill with hate and self abate is just the work of lies

And so saying God despises love to me does not seem wise
For love is what God really is, without love spirits will all die