Butterfly Hands

I can see me playing every

Instrument

On another level

Sitting at the piano

Channelling all of your beautiful

Hands

Freddie Mercury

Jerry Lee Lewis

Ray Charles

Stevie Wonder

Alicia Keys

Elton John

Chris Martin

My finger tips

Amadeus

Beethoven

Waterfalls of music

Electric energy

Running through my veins

Dancing across the keys

But not quite able

To physically channel

What they are doing

Even though I can feel it

Dancing on the balcony

To The Boss’

I’m on Fire

So I decided to visit Bruce

In his dreams

While he was sleeping

Putting his spare helmet on

And going for a ride on

That motorbike of his

In his guest house

Jumping into his swimming

Pool

Naked

I feel like a Goddess

Especially when I’m in water

I lay next to him

And I watched my spirit

Kiss his forehead

And then his lips

Then I felt his medicine

I know it was naughty

Of me

But then someone else

Took over

And I felt that rare

Tantric healing

The feeling I need

It’s my favourite feeling in the world

I think it’s more powerful

Than physical sex

Sometimes

The dream

The fantasy

It can be more powerful

When you crave

Physical presence

But they can’t see you

So they give you their

Medicine

In a different way

Boy, even though you

May not be aware

Just stay inside me

It makes me feel sick

To the core writing that

Knowing the truth of your youth

And you not wanting me

To know

When you hate that feeling

And not wanting to go

To leave you alone for life

Set you free from all this strife