Butterfly

Borne upon the wind
I circle
Antennae wide, lifted towards her
The brilliant one
unfurling her great shining mantle
dizzying in her omniscient heat

Scents and sounds overwhelm me
prevalent in their orgasmic wholeness
nurturing every breath,
every spasm of my floating body
Titillating

I tremble and swell
revelling in the spicy smell of poppies
bathed by the gentle sound of trees
singing with the great storm of petals
One with it all

Slowly, softly
Alighting on a blood-red posy,
I snooze, licking its soporific charm
Fluttering delicate wings
in the fluorescent warm rays

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Lost Syd – Ode to Syd Barrett

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Sad eyes filled with sea
disarrayed hair that always spoke to me
a husky voice – all those cigarettes,
the scratchy beard, the daring bets

Where is that chilled campari dear?
Or that sultry look behind your fear
If dreams had lips with which to weep
they’d dribble darkness and go to sleep

That willowy feyness clamoured for more
no strength, no breath for a last encore
naked and cold, I give you my back
you know what I need, you know what I lack

Time is cruel, ripping and mindless
the merciless wind is crippling and sightless
Give me the musk of those deserted years
take back the emptiness, take back the tears

Where are those arms, terrified and wild
Where is your wrath, hollow like a child’s?
Only the blues remain, mumbling, leering,
behind the clapping, beneath the cheering.

SydBarrettTuningGuitar1969(c)MickRock