think of me as a butterfly
drifting in the garden
of your smile
then i hover in your lips
and stay there for a while
and then i shall like it there
then, think of me as a man
and if you do, i shall have my own flesh
in the gentleness of your cares
in the softness of your understanding
i shall then be complete.
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