Colliding into your bliss
Me, the butterfly from paradise
I am hungry for your abyss
My flight into thy cave, my dance into thy space
between your lips and the eyelid of your soul
Me, the butterfly of tears
I am thirsty of thy shadow when the pillow caresses your ear
Let me be your fear, let me be your laughter
Let me sneak into your morning as the smell of hot coffee
Me, only me, the butterfly of frozen paradise
Frozen by your stare in the ceiling of my despair…
” Colliding …in despair “, disp[lays a narrative tension between bright optimism and something much darker which is given free rein in this concise pyschological mini-drama. The carefree , “Me,the butterfly from paradise” is counterpointed,almost with relish later on by , ” me,the butterfly of tears”. Ominous undercurrents indeed!
Thank you very much, Louis!