You give me butterflies and this upsets me deeply.
You feed them sweet nectar from my favorite hibiscus flowers, and share with them your sliced vibrant oranges. You marvel at their delicate wings and let them kiss your shoulders.
All without the intention of staying.
And I love it anyway.
YOU ARE READING
Metamorphosis
Poetry"You do not cease to exist just because I wish you to." Started: 4/3/20 Finished: 8/20/20 My 6th poetry book.
