A butterfly in the wind

Feeling rain beneath my neck

Flowing fluid

Around my white waist

She stands next to me

By my river of hope and destination

She stands next to me

Still and cold.

Her nipples stiff

Hard in the rain

White displays my desire

My erection only proven

She is a butterfly today

And showed me the way

She taught me the light

And showed me the sunrise

We sat outside

And smelled the stars

Looked upon

Each other’s gaze

She is a mystery girl

One with wings

I found her tonight

And remember her yesterday

She is my heart

Standing next to me

In a gapless land

In a stretch across heartland

Telling no lies

She is but one truth

Unheard through eyes

Only your vocals

Temperature rises

Beneath covers

Christmas Trees

And laundry days

I sit on a windowsill

Look below me at the ground

I feel the suicide

And sacrifice myself daily

I do the soup and OJ and everything between

I do the goods the bads and the travels

I do the marches the parades and the writings

I do the paintings and audios and the lifts too

But still

What I do most

Is wait

And

Give

I hear the flapping

Her flapping now

The Butterfly’s wings

Of yellow nature

From out west currents

I feel the flapping

In my arms

Surrounding smiles

And warmth now joined

There is only one

But one

A butterfly in the wind

A butterfly in the wind...

© 1998 David Greg Harth

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