My Butterfly Cuts

a sonnet I started in early 2006

My butterfly cuts

With such a gentle touch

That hurts so very much

That it's sheer ecstasy

My butterfly cuts

Without concern

For damage done in turn

She does not care, you see

My butterfly cuts

And cuts because she can

And I am but a man

Unworthy as can be

My butterfly cuts

With such a gentle touch

Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2006 / 2025

Author's Note

a poem started, way back when, for a challenge

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

Your butterfly has to be a woman. I think I lived with her for a year.

[Desert Knave]

Thanks LOL. Indeed, she is. ~Jim