butterfly bruises
blue, black, purple ink
spread across and under the skin
flutter and flicker under the eye
spreading wings across the ribs,
lead down to the hips like a stream
golden yellow, faded green on the cheek and chin
five little ones float on the arm kissing the spaces between
on the legs just a tad bit red as autumns fire leafs
oh! those beautiful butterfly bruises
kiss the lips, the eyes, the noes
these butterfly bruises are our secret alone.
klassik commented on butterfly bruises
08-05-2009
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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