And I was just a fly on the wall
watching, horrified as your hand slipped into his
horrified mostly because of the innocence to be lost
but also horrified because I understood every bit of what was going on
and you understood none of it.
You were always the innocent one
the flower in the glass cage
the princess in the secluded palace
I saw you as a butterfly that had touched down in an empty house of grandeur. I watched you meander it's halls, your small butterfly footsteps echoing through the mansion. Your eyes vacant and staring straight ahead, your heartbeat slow and steady. Glass chandeliers lit your course in the empty, windless castle. Until one day you found the great wooden doors. And let yourself out into the world
Your skin burned in the hot summer sun. And you danced under the moon. You lost your innocence to the first man you ever kissed. And I was left to watch.
In the firelight I saw you
Your curly hair resting on his shoulder
His fingers caressing yours
You the innocent butterfly, he the enchanter
And I wanted to kill him
To protect your innocence
But I hadn't the heart to do it
Because he had you under his spell
And I couldn't kill you along with him
I should have but I didn't
So I watched as you fell for him
And realized that things were best this way
For your innocence was never lost in the way that mine was
Because you were the misled butterfly
And you, you pretty thing, enjoyed every bit of it.
Such is the seduction of the butterfly. She is innocent, yet a temptress. A child and yet she is a woman. She has the voice of a siren and the beauty of a fallen angel.
I only hope that you prove as strong as he
So that he can be enchanted as you were
For if he is, the spell shall last
but if not, it will break apart
As the enchanter becomes bored with the enchanted he will walk away from his beautiful butterfly. And leave her in the dark night, without his warmth or the firelight to save her from the ravenous wolves.
And so be strong, my butterfly girl
Bind the enchanter to you
across the miles between you, call to him
And tell him you wish for him every night
Ensure he never leaves you
And you will have the love of eternity
Your innocence will not be lost
To the soul of the enchanter
who holds you in his grasp
You are strong in your fragility, my butterfly girl. You are graceful in your failures. You are beautiful in your heart, and seductive in your innocence.
My butterfly girl.
I hate to brag on myself, but just this once, I think I will.
ReplyDeleteI never cease to amaze myself. Especially with this piece. Every time I read this I love it more and more. Yes, it's imperfect, believe me when I say that I as the writer know that, and it's imperfections bother me like you wouldn't believe. But I also love it to an insane degree. I love it, love it, love it, love it.
It seems I have won my own seal of approval.