Tag: butterflies

if…then…:(would you):

if…
no one was around for miles and years everywhere,
would you… let me treat you right,
would you… let me be a someone
warm to share in defiance of the night…[…]

If…then… :(would you): 

if…
no one was around for miles and years everywhere,
would you… let me treat you right,
would you… let me be a someone
warm to share in defiance of the night…

then…
would you let me be so outright,
to explore your map with this treasure hunter's zeal,
becoming zealous once I know you hold that key –
the only key capable of locking my heart in appeal…

and, if…
the wor(l)d's okay, would you let me
run my heart :::across:your:heart:::
that is, I can tickle your fancy with this
<((((feather I found off a phoenix(((--
 
and, then…
all this electricity will never stop –
all this love will forever rock –
as its traveling from the tip of your big Toe
to the skirt of your ACHING.BRIMMING Soul.
where maybe I'll waver in your champagne moonlight
and maybe I'll savor you up in an euphoric bout of might.

05/12/06
M. L. Michael

About…

why i even bother

Curse-ed is me.
I am enamored beyond description

(yet still I’ll bother to try)

you caught me unawares,

when I held my heart-pieces, bewildered,
I saw a likeness in the bandages you hid,
not sticking so well because they’d been
applied and removed, applied and removed,
too many times, to want to ever reapply again.[…]

Why I Even Bother

Curse-ed is me.
I am enamored beyond description

         (yet still I’ll bother to try)

you caught me unawares, 
when I held my heart-pieces, bewildered,
I saw a likeness in the bandages you hid,
not sticking so well because they’d been 
applied and removed, applied and removed,
too many times, to want to ever reapply again.

        all of which told me,
        (all bullshit aside,)
        that at least I have with you
        a kindred spirit in stride.


3/12/06
M. L. Michael

About…

“this is for you, victims of cupid’s war.”

i stalked cupid into a forgotten alleyway
i made sure to stifle the sound of a broken heart
i snuck up behind cupid in a lover’s way
i made sure i was a stranger in anyone’s eyes
i surprised cupid like he disappointed me
i made sure and cleaned up my lies
i sinned against cupid like he sinned against me.

“this is for you, victims of Cupid’s war.”

i stalked cupid into a forgotten alleyway
i made sure to stifle the sound of a broken heart
i snuck up behind cupid in a lover's way
i made sure i was a stranger in anyone's eyes
i surprised cupid like he disappointed me 
i made sure and cleaned up my lies
i sinned against cupid like he sinned against me.

02-14-06
M. L. Michael

About…

a bee says i do

hence came to me a peculiar sting:
a passionate bee in a passionate fling.
thus pricked me to declare their devotion,
that I the one for their fatal embrace,
that I the one for their hara-kiri, their barb the sword,
once stabbed in me as a doctrine of devotion,
that this little bee found in me:
a worthy escort onto Oblivion’s Sea.

a bee says i do

hence came to me a peculiar sting:
a passionate bee in a passionate fling.
thus pricked me to declare their devotion,
that I the one for their fatal embrace,
that I the one for their hara-kiri, their barb the sword,
once stabbed in me as a doctrine of devotion,
that this little bee found in me:
a worthy escort onto Oblivion’s Sea.

M. L. Michael 
01-19-06

About…

“…” (in the beginning)

I faded away when I touched you
into a memory, of a dream, of a dandelion,
blown away by the winds of father fate.
I lost all my breath, when these lungs took you in,
like in the beginning when air was water,
and life was something shiny new
(we’d never know again.)

“…” (in the beginning)

I faded away when I touched you
into a memory, of a dream, of a dandelion,
blown away by the winds of father fate.
I lost all my breath, when these lungs took you in,
like in the beginning when air was water,
and life was something shiny new
(we'd never know again.)


M. L. Michael
01/02/06

About…

Darling Dance

Dance, darling, Dance.
Tiptoe your grace into my Life,
And promenade a place among the Stars.

Dance, darling, Dance.
Unveil a ballet to soothe my Strife,
An adagio to release me from behind Bars.[…]

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“Darling Dance”

Dance, darling, Dance.
Tiptoe your grace into my Life,
And promenade a place among the Stars.

Dance, darling, Dance.
Unveil a ballet to soothe my Strife,
An adagio to release me from behind Bars.

Dance, darling, Dance.
Hit every step to the beat of my Heart.
(This stage you command with perfect Zest)

Dance, darling, Dance.
Take a curtsy that alludes we’ll never Part.
(And beam from applause pouring out my Chest)

M. L. Michael
12-25-05

About…

eden

Before you lead me to your garden,
Let me stop and smell your roses,
So I can admire their awe.sum simplicity.
(the way petals feel forbidden beneath my singing fingertips,
or the way blooming has tendency
to make love glisten)[…]

Eden

Before you lead me to your garden,
Let me stop and smell your roses,
So I can admire their awe.sum simplicity.
(the way petals feel forbidden beneath
 my singing fingertips,
 or the way blooming has tendency
 to make love glisten)

Before you lead me to your garden
Let’s hold hands for a moment longer
So we can test Time’s authority.
(the way clouds become frozen wisps
 above our singing hearts,
 or the way honey drizzles down
 while sunshine blossoms at our feet)

M. L. Michael 
12-19-05

About…

Am me

There’s a doll for sale,
Perched on a ledge
Leaning over my heart,
With snow fallen hair
Preserving her innocence
Like ribbons and curls. […]

Am mE

There’s a doll for sale,
Perched on a ledge
Leaning over my heart,
With snow fallen hair 
Preserving her innocence 
Like ribbons and curls. 
While her eyes hold
Dragons with their
Emerald enraptures.


There’s no price tag
For this kind of beauty,
And I don’t have to go
Digging through my pockets,
To know this kind of love
Always comes free.

M. L. Michael
12/04/05

About…

A doozey

There’s a doozey I forgot to mention
To say, it’s delicate to lose yourself
In her eyes like neon bluebonnets,
and her hair like lush wheat,
To forget the meaning of Self,
for the meaning Of Her. […]

A Doozey

There’s a doozey I forgot to mention
To say, it’s delicate to lose yourself
In her eyes like neon bluebonnets, 
and her hair like lush wheat, 
To forget the meaning of Self, 
for the meaning Of Her. 
To substitute one ambiguity 
for the fuzzy warmth of another 
(body against your trembling security).

M. L. Michael 
11-23-05

About…

Beneath the porch light

Beneath the porch light where you shone your brightest,
We stood awkward with our goodbyes
Shy in our hands, and not wanting to let go…
Together we stared, staring at the other staring;
At the other lost, the other free,
Until we laugh; because tonight feels right,
Under the canopy of an eternal starry night.[…]

Beneath the Porch Light

Beneath the porch light where you shone your brightest,
We stood awkward with our goodbyes
Shy in our hands, and not wanting to let go…
Together we stared, staring at the other staring;
At the other lost, the other free,
Until we laugh; because tonight feels right,
Under the canopy of an eternal starry night.

And I pull away, because I’m unsure, I’m afraid,
So you leaned in to brush my lips
(With such your artist touch)
And then I knew I had felt my highest,
Beneath the porch light where I’d shone my brightest.

M. L. Michael 
10.16.05

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