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Theme :  Relationship
Butterfly Boy
by Amber Clarissa May 

He falls back into the folds of the couch,
seductive lounger lavishing his own flesh.
His thick, black locks fan out,
forming a frame of darkness around his delicate visage.
His eyes shine an incandescent green
as he relishes in the ridges of his body.

She reaches into the depths of his room, world, soul
trying to identify the source of his sensuality.

The chase: he for her chastity, she for his identity.

She loves, hates, loves him again.

She grasps wildly, attempting to pinpoint his personality.
He flits away, a nimble butterfly:
beautiful though bashful, intriguing yet intangible,
effeminate and erotic.

He tantalizes and tortures her.
Luring her in, leaving her with regret.
Sensuality reigns, sarcastic splurges,
eternally seeking sensory experiences,
he pierces her psyche.
Saltatory conduction hyperspeed,
leap frogging of the action potentials down his mylinated axons.
He inhales hallucinogens for a high; she intakes his aura as her drug of choice. He acts as her surgeon, performing deep brain stimulation.

She collapses… defeated, deflated, damaged.

He flits away frenetically: depleted, depraved, disenchanted.  

April 16, 2006

The Week of April 16, 2006    
A New Life by Sugandha Indulkar  
A Roadside Flower by Kumud Biswas 
Belle De Jour by Kumud Biswas
Butterfly Boy by Amber Clarissa May 
Fresh Strawberry by Amber Clarissa May  
Kaleidoscope by Amber Clarissa May
Loneliness by Annu Chopra  
Same War, Different Places by Vince Gullaci  
Silent Killer by P. Mohan Chandran  
The Candlestick by Sandra Martyres 
The Old Lady's Plea by Sandra Martyres    
The Rain Inside by Rajender Zimbo 
Your Dreams by Shernaz Wadia 
      

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