Friday, December 04, 2009

Like a Butterfly

Like a butterfly sitting
on your abundant heart,
silky-soft, feathery-light,
your love flutters each time
I slip into your eyes.

When the morning listens
to you sleeping,
your butterfly leaps in bliss
into the arms
of the lavish light.

P.S.: It's finished. Or is it?

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