Rebecca "Butterfly" Vaughns

Jazz Rapture

You stepped into the walls of
my space so long ago.
And now I can't let you go.
I'd be crazy if I were to ever do so.
The wayyou embrace my ears with
tones of saxofation.
See you have me making up words
that don't exist but should.
Like country tunes and deep south
rhythm and blues somewhere inside
the blows of your flow that often kisses
the voice of a sultry artist, you tell a
story too but with the taste of sensuality
and soul.
The harmonies and long notes that dance
grace and style rest so far within the
depths of me.
I have nothing else to do except admit I'm
nestled in that of a jazz rapture.
I'm desiring to ask the tubes within me to
become you - the essence of a sax so true
to the heart of love found in music.
While my veins intertwine to form notes
that would be played with sensitivity and the
blood beneath my skin would shiver from the
blows of passion.
Keep me near, keep me dear, JAZZ keep me
forever in your RAPTURE!

Until My Return

I'll leave them at the door.
No need to request for watching.
There's many of its design.
Like clothes and shoes that come
in many sizes.
Mine is average.
A few colors with shades of grey.
I crossed over the threshold only
to bask in the wony free zone.
Seven days and six nights of BLISS.
My thoughts wondering on why the
essence of Heaven on Earth could
not last forever?
So deeply do I sulk in the rapture of
this moment.
Soon, reality answers my question
with the whisper of "Nothing's perfect."
Hence to this, until I return, I'll leave
my bag of blues at the door.

Reflections of You

You're the replica of true beauty.
Classy as a Cadillac.
Style to remind anyone's eyes of
pages once seen in an edition of
Elle or Essence magazine.
Passion wants your definition.
While your spiritual state could
calm the most disrupted soul.
The imagery of pure bliss presents
itself the moment you come around.
And my flesh within feels the drips
of tears that fall from my heart the
very second you leave.
Midnight's breeze fiend for you.
Sensitivity knows your kisses like a
wine taster knows a fine wine after
its caressed and seductively touched
his or her lips and tongue.
You're so special that blue jays and
hummingbirds melodically send you
to sleep.
Then angels gather around the space
of you desiring for you to have only
sweet and precious memorable dreams.
And when the sun rises, it gleams down
to let the world know you're still alive
with the brightest of smiles.

The Scent of You

The essence of style.
Confidence m obvious.
Innocence with a twist
of manipulation in your eyes.
Simplicity in your taste.
Sincerity dances in your smile.
Self-esteem that meets with the sky.
And a walk to capture a bird's
attention.
All of these things I noticed in
just two minutes of your passing
by, but I'll remember you for the
rest of my lifetime because you left
behind something sensual.
You left me with the scent of you.

Cover Design: Joseph McNair