Butterflies always die by Gabriela Marie Milton

Butterflies always die
by Gabriela Marie Milton
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In times of fortune and misfortune I am always at the mercy of silence. Perhaps because I was born on an island where seldom does anything happen.

Yesterday the water and the light invaded my tongue’s buds, and I was forced to look at myself upside down. I could see the splendor of a naked butterfly ready to mate. Do you know for how long do two butterflies stay together? Sixteen hours. The exact time we spent together in the silence of the island.

Suspended in the between times neither of us moved. No cosmic sacrifice happened. No driving force was brought to life. No blood interfered between two consecutive breaths.

Only the crisp silence of the light. The mystery of that which you can see with your own eyes and touch with your own soul. No spots of dark. For the first time we decided to seek the mysterious in the light and not in darkness.

Behind the clarity of your face, my face appeared, then yours came behind the clarity of mine, and everything went like in a surrealist dream inverted upon itself.

At the end of the sixteen hours the sea washed us away.

I forgot to tell you. Butterflies always die.

@Gabriela Marie Milton

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30 comentarios sobre “Butterflies always die by Gabriela Marie Milton

  1. This is beyond beautiful. It is a visit into another’s world, one rich with such imagery. BRAVO beautiful Button.

    “Yesterday the water and the light invaded my tongue’s buds, and I was forced to look at myself upside down. I could see the splendor of a naked butterfly ready to mate.”

    Gorgeous. Love,
    Honeybun ❤️🤗😘❤️🤗

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  2. Gabriela…Your words touching me…deep inside. They have exactly what life gives us and takes . I’ve been waiting for months for a message from a girl … and it seems to me … that one day it had to come … Butterflies just die … just like you forgot to say. Thank You

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  3. Gabriela…when you talk of 16 hours, an eternity in butterfly’s life, I can see them, from beginning to end.. I ponder their demise from the beach after their marathon mating. I wonder if it really came as a surprise…that being lifted to oblivion on receding tides? In any case I was struck once again by your artistry to wrap us up in your thoughts. You are my favorite living poet./short prose.I can say that without thinking twice. Bless your brilliant mind my friend 🌹🌹🌹❤️🙏

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    1. Karima, my dearest what can I say? My heart stopped when I read your comment. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I am humbled and honored by your words. Sending you all the love your heart can hold.

      ” I wonder if it really came as a surprise…that being lifted to oblivion on receding tides?” I wonder too. What do you think?

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