tonight we fly
thou is a tremble
a whisper hushed under the skin
thou moves its wings
and flies above my heart
it is that movement
between the ribs
that speaks of tiny flutters
measured in the depths
of the butterfly’s painted eyes
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Butterfly Love
Butterfly Love
The butterfly and the heart,
both free spirits,
doing as they choose.
My heart chooses you.
After all,
throw in love,
add a little beauty,
and we have perfection.
Us.
consummate
as a hinge
in a heart beat
meant to suggest
in all delicateness
these butterfly wings
like a young page
like autumnal leaves
open and close wor[l]ds
and come together
always ... momentarily
#TheButterflyHeart #Challenge
Butterfly In a Box
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in • my
heart, a • butterfly
flutters, • dances,
whispers • glances,
sheds • tears
and • longs
to • be
•
.
set free.....
Hello again
in the garden, it's a sunny day
waiting quietly, listening to the birds
for I know you'll happen this way
while they gossip loudly in the trees
my heart awaits your nudge..you're here
silently a butterfly..sends your breeze
hello..thank you
Pump your Breaks
One flys towards another. At break neck speeds. Hearts hard pumping. At this work with some greed. The source of this need? Butterfly byes are always long in between. Hello agains. Joyful cry’s.
bloody valentine
It fluttered crimson wings
Throwing speckles in the wind
Like a butterfly on my hand
No idea how it has sinned
I crush it gently in my fingers
Sanguine stickiness, it lingers
Of a lying heart squeezed dry
Butterfly love
A butterfly’s life, they say
barely as long as a day;
Untrue, I found for it can last
until almost a year has passed.
What of the love that flutters, like butterfly wings in my heart?
It will never part.
Romantic Butterfly Antithesis
Amidst a butterfly garden I float and flutter,
Seeing others float for another,
My days,
Gone,
My time,
Done,
Wonder what happened to the fun,
I breathe my last breath,
Stopping flutters altogether,
My heart for you finishes its run.
let it go
shatter of
broken glass
the butterfly
crawls out
spreads
vibrant wings
across
my palm
painting my skin
in rainbows
a kiss
of something warm
then flies
leaving
droplets
of stardust
that catch
in my breath
and weave
into my heart