Butterfly
Watching
A Butterfly
Darting and fluttering erratically
Laughing and blushing and glancing
Searching for ever-elusive nectar
Where will she turn next?
Under a microscope she doesn't know exists
I'm watching her ever-more-desperate moves
Sometimes trying jealousy, sometimes waknes
Sometimes laughter, kindness, delicacy, power
He is oblivious
Like a butterfly fluttering around a printed flower
She will never find consolation there.
But will she give her life for it?




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