What butterfly stirs such delight inside your private thoughts
Have you not seen her flitting about the stamens rich with nectar
Amid the love fields in which she so patiently rests
Until the dew of morning’s breath has touched the green
Fresh from her sleep, she rises to greet your sweet release
Lightly brushing with satin wings of prismatic hues
Enveloping your sweetness – quickening your blossom
And as you rise to gently greet with passion’s touch
She drifts upon the breeze to yet another soft bouquet
Enticing her to fly – romancing her again . . .
Posted on January 17, 2014, in poetry and tagged butterfly, delight, dew, enticing, enveloping sweetness, love fields, morning's breath, nectar, passion's touch, private thoughts, romancing, satin wings, stirs, sweet release. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.