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the butterflies became once the ice broke
and your voice played to my ears like angels fingers to the harp
almost like a script written for a playwright
perfect scene.. you and me
moonlit scenery
and an audience for our soliloquy
from the start i told you
youd be my queen
for if i could id give you everything
i dont know why you came but i cant control that you were made for me
that you were sent with the master key to infiltrate at your will
blessing the threshold of my temple with your holy water
before we sin
i remember that evergreen
near that garden
thats when the Cocoon was expose and the butterfies flew
and now you
you live in the lines of my poetry and in my mind
for the seed was planted the moment i was welcomed into you… into your mind
your heart
see being welcomed only intensified
me wanting you and you wanting me between your thighs
as we make love in the garden
where it was here that we found….
us
JG