I'm Not Afraid of The Dark

A Butterfly is Dying

For Franco, Bridgette Hughes and Special Dedications to Suzanne Vega, Philip Glass, and Micheal Nyman

These Bright Wings
Shiver and Burst
In Flight/Unsmother’d

Set Thee many Honey Drops
Love-Liquid/Sweet upon thy Lips
Frozen/Sunlight’s Burning Stops
An Ice-Filled Passion’s Crushing Grip/

Wings Upon Thy Darkened Waters
Dripping Heavy/Honey’s Dew..
When the Moon glows Hot in Quarter
When the Sun Doth Blaze in Blue

When Thine Lover flutters Hither
Crumpled Wings of Passion / Hush’d
Come Down Where Thine Flowers Wither..
Summer’s Ending Fires / Flush’d

These Wings/ Brilliant
Are Resilient/…..
Are The Never Ending Beat
of Twin Hearts upon the Jungle
of This Garden/Chok’d with Heat

Strangled in Thine Seething Feelings
Happiness as Hot as Sun
Choking Melancholy’s Stealing
Life’s Sweet Passions
Upward toward thee/Heaven/sighing
Underneath these Steaming Liquids Towards The Starbursts/ Dost Thou Flying
Setting Fire to the Sky Towards such Cosmic Flaming Space
Red and Purple Clouds /Insipid Where a Butterfly is Dying
Filling Up My Sixteen Eyes Where The Angels Whirl in Grace
Where thine Demons Flame Desire
Where the Sun Drops pelt thy Face
Where the Rainbows Blaze En’fired
Where in Heaven \ Angels Wait
Where Sugar’d Blossoms Scent Forever
Where the Answers are to Fate
Where Reward Thoust can Endeavor
Where Thoust Eyes Can Purely See
Where These Gardens Are Tomorrow
Where All Butterflies are Free….

23, March 1992

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