Thursday, May 8, 2008

Wax Wings (poem - butterfly - smiles)

She waits
for the sun slide
between cotton sheets
to flutter then feed.
A glow meander
atop bloom’s blossom
his nectar terrific,
dawn the pollen gown.
The department of colour
flows down her throat
spreading out in streams,
delight extravagant
glistens to the tip
of each wing.

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