Butterfly Firework Poem by Amy Marie

The pretty premise of her swift birth is inspected.
Lights dispatch themselves into some aloof air. Some
Upward current must have them shimmy to where they shatter
Into shrunken versions of themselves. Before
They drown in their airy way down the fireworks live one more time:

Blooming and expanding like human-made
Flowers or balloons that trip like lovers over
Their own passion to the point of audible falling.
She'll be no ordinary firework like those.
Their pieces exhale their dying lamentations as they skim around her birth place.

At her shatter of a birth:
Her pieces drizzle into the violet shapes of her wings and vague body.
She knows the next fireworks too well or not well enough.
They escort her into invisibility: putting her out like the light she is.
Fixation - hovering half of me and tickling twin of mine -

Fascination never really flees when it goes you know.
Kindle that hyper pink in me into red.