The child that dances
the beauty that is so new
a primitive bouncy promenade
partnering with a butterfly
flying in erratic patterns
and the beauty of both
a chaotic synergy
mesmerizing my senses.
Chaos is life, once neglected
thrown in a dusty corner
weak and beaten
smelling of cigarettes and coffee
endless wanderings
in caves and cabarets
searching for meaning
in beautiful nakedness
and the flow of nectar.
The beauty of losing and
the beauty of finding
passion and love in blue eyes
and blond hair
finding tenderness and purpose
in curls of gold and
Mediterranean eyes
that are dancing with the butterfly
cleansing my soul.
Fivos R Drymiotis 7/16/2005