As soft as a fluttter
of a butterfly
on my dew-moist skin
triggering
the flight
of a thousand butterflies
from the still
swinging flowers,
you bat the eyelid
and smile
and the caress
reaches me
invisible
across the miles,
and I elate
weightless
basking in the sunshine
savouring
and feeling
what you unleashed:
is the flight of butterflies.
***
on my dew-moist skin triggering the flight.................... just the dream slowely melting in to the depth of darkness love still overwhelms across the flight of butterfly..............yet luscious green ingenious, wellpenned, thanks for sharing
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I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful and enchanting...