“Love & trust; butterflies dancing the jitterbug of intimacy” JD Butler
enlightened, child-like & open, a huge lotus in full bloom, full of all the goodness in this world, his beautiful broken body without any malevolent, preconceived notion’s designed to use & abuse.
He stole Psyche away, saving her spirit in the process, magnetic pulses strobe lighting his way ahead, kinesthetic mind & limbs – delightful fullbodied jolts, his presence filling up the many holes in her senses.
a mere mortal woman; barefoot, pedicured nails flashing glimpses of autumn in-between the dirt, her toes digging in, surrounded by jealous sister’s who would pick & pull her apart given half the chance.
She struggles, resisting all that is good for her, sidestepping melodies with fragrant twists & turns; allowing old fashioned vintage love to lead her astray, before two left feet trip up & over, falling into his arms.
in full swing, is the opposite of temptation & betrayal, so she stays & sways to his tune, soul breathing learning to trust a backbeat into grace.
My Machiavellian green-eyed monster bats her surreptitious eyelids to within an inch of her lasciviously sly lips, barking out orders like Lady Muck subconsciously screwing her fucking finger, but all I can hear is a drum roll; her Devonshire high tea served & my Mad Hatter sets the scene with nothing more than a whistle
You went back to the old ways, baby let those speak for me, on their behalf poisoning your mind and self to bring you back home, tethered to that place you’ve been trying to leave you let them whisper in your ear, sweet nothings to woo betrayal, the only thing you trust you’ve gone full circle fear taking what was good for you over love held in contempt, lust luring you back again already screwing you now they’re trying to screw me with phone calls, designer texts intimidation sending me into undercover, in disbelief believing you have a hand in thuggery you were so protective of me, once family willing to sell it all to the Devil you know sending them all away but they have your head in a vice that false prophet Halo surrounding you in darkness; checkmate, stealing more than just Mary’s soul you are weak, following in your fathers footsteps the one closest to you, the first learned her place underfoot her escape futile, her existance cruel penance for that lost child proving her guilt she accepts her fate, now that’s why she turns a blind eye allowing your atrocious behaviour to go unchecked – you raise your voice, she see’s him in you and resigns I have fallen by the way learning to let go of my heart, my mortality reminds me daily that I am alone I look forward to other things, now bringing fulfillment here, my father in his Twilight where I can care for love without risk, losing it all the best part – his death teaching me everything else I need to know
one day, I hope you sneak back into my bed, just because you can and we have an hour or two to ourselves, like it was before remembering our smell, feeling our hearts open loving each other well, adjusted until the next time we say goodbye and life goes on.
The Joker plays his cards then prays for forgiveness to a middle eastern Christian God before hurling abuse to those who aren’t white professing to love women secretly harbouring unfathomable hate suppressed rage staring Red indifference in the face of reason, his reason an excuse for payback; vindictive retribution designed to maximize powerfully charged emotional punches.
I have loved more than once choosing my heart over head batting eyelids deflecting eggs scrambling to make sense of the impossible scenario time after time questioning my self refusing to settle for anything less than truth watching loved ones turn roll over, pulling the wool over already unseeing orbs holding on to contempt for love lost
Death has defined me grief ripping me apart till I am stripped bare and ‘The Joker’ plays me for a fool his denial hardly concealed now his truth defining him in the end hidden underneath a facade charm dangerously like a predators false sense of security when his hands are tied his dirty hands he tries to launder abrasive repeatedly.
Money the root of all evil threatens to ignite the paper trails that have us entwined enmeshed together by banks loans and fine print our future only leased the balance drains the half full cup sentiment caught never to be released that Holy Grail proving to be forever out of reach what chance did we have? the die has been cast.
My love my darling you were my everything my beautiful sweet illusion my heart aches for remembering you how you were before you changed colour I fell head over feet for you and yours grazing my knee in the process I succumbed, numbing my defenses getting back up being pushed back down losing another fragment of hope each time threatening don’t now, the joke is on you.