Butterfly

By:  Garland Davis

Feelings flowed through me at her beauty.

My heart hid the feelings that my trembling hands revealed.

As I drowned in the feelings, I felt the desire as my eyes roamed her body.

I saw her sweet face and heard her say,

“One hundred pesos, I love you long time.”

I only wanted her to love me for a short time.

My needs are as simple as the butterfly’s.

Flitting from flower to flower, enjoying each one’s sweetness.

My happily ever after evaporates as Subic Bay sinks below the horizon,

Astern