She looks so beautiful
with painted pain and smoky eyes.
she has died inside years ago
and I am left wondering
about the blossom of this beauties youth.
Her hands, magic in my lap
don’t hesitate in their dance.
I am all butterflies, she is still and quiet,
moving, moving, moving
her tenured fingers up and down.
A ten dollar date, no roses needed.
Her beautiful pain creased in a smile
as she slips out my car, back to the night
hunting more butterflies.
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Dandylion (
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Thanks DANDYLION for a very beautiful and haunting poem. Some seem destined to be "Ten dollar dates" ~ "Butterflies of the Night" trading their beauty to keep body and soul together and make a better life for her Family. Such Butterflies deserve far more TLC than they ever get. Thanks you for caring and sharing ~ BRIAN
Awesome, Awesome write
wonderful piece you pen dandylion! ww
Thank you all so much!
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