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Rum Filled Butterfly

by Christopher Shin

Slipping as you slide
from the gilded wings.
How I wish I could fly
with you each night.

Slowly the liquor
and cigarette smoke
melt the years that
divided me from you.

The misery drives
the bottle to be empty,
and how I wish you
could understand me.

Regrets of the words
that flow through
from the white pale bottle
intoxicated me.

And slowly butterflies
fill through the
naked nights as they
blend and take you
away from me.

07/28/2007

Posted on 07/29/2007
Copyright © 2022 Christopher Shin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Tony Whitaker on 07/29/07 at 07:48 AM

Wow! Knock me off my feet will you. From the "gilded wing" metaphor, through the relentless "me", strong imagery propels this one into a great work and into my favorites!

Posted by Kristi Paik on 07/31/07 at 12:51 AM

i like this one...a lot.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/21/10 at 03:53 PM

Very cool POTD! Congrats!

Posted by Steve Michaels on 10/22/10 at 03:51 AM

Woooot! A truly deserved POTD! Grats!

Posted by Laurie Blum on 10/25/10 at 06:17 PM

This is beautiful, I am glad it was POTD! Great writing.

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