Poetry: The Last Man


This poem comes from my untitled series about love, sex and relationships. While it doesn’t quite fit what I’m doing with the other poems in the series, it’s a counterbalance of sorts and will represent either a change or break in the poems. To be honest, I’m not sure I love the poem as much as the person it’s about, but when my critiquing buddy of ten years tells me it’s one of her favorites, I listen. As always critiques are welcome.

The Last Man

For David
Your love fluttered into my life;
a butterfly riding a gentle breeze
into the palm of my hand,
tickling and tempting
sweet and rare and beautiful
as the man I came to know.

by Michelle Beltano Curtis

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overlay image of a woman's hand with painted nails; a black, white and purple butterfly perches on a forefinger. In the background, yellow flowers are seen. The Text is a poem: "The Last Man"/ for David / For David
Your love fluttered into my life; /
a butterfly riding a gentle breeze /
into the palm of my hand, /
tickling and tempting /
sweet and rare and beautifu /l
as the man I came to know. 
             by Michelle Beltano Curtis"

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