by Beth K Hannah

To put you in a box
Describe you
Would be like taking off my fingertips
Just to ease the pain
You have this ability
To walk away from me
To leave me breathless
To make me want to cry
And play croquet with you
In the rain

Fleeting as my skin is
Wonderful as your eyes are
It adds up to something I can't count
Can't even touch
Even when I stand on my tip toes

I feel again from my pedestal
I wish to climb down
And dance
But only if you stay here
And now
And time stops
And we are molten butterflies
Playing to the flutes.


Author's Note: Aye...he is destroying my skin.

Posted on 07/03/2003
Copyright © 2022 Beth K Hannah

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 07/05/03 at 07:18 PM

It's amazing Bethy. The imagery is wonderful and the sentiment is great, but then again, I have met the subject matter:)

Posted by Don Coffman on 08/15/03 at 08:47 AM

A lot to like here. Beautiful and vivid all the way through, with the first and and last few lines both standing out especially.

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