Bits of Butterfly

I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

I kiss you because I see
softly glowing exit signs
in your eyes and
bits of butterfly
dripping down the
sides of your mouth
I want to catch them
before they fall down
into your shirt
which I take off
just to make sure
to catch the warmth
fluttering from your
chest, I press mine
against it
I don’t know
what kind of bugs
are down further
but I want to find out
so I take off your pants
I let you come closer
I curl up inside you
as my cocoon
I don’t come out
until I am cured.

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Georgia Park is a poet and she loves you very, very, very much.

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