The Butterfly (An Ode)

by Doug Holloway

Golden rays of Sunlight
touch her lightly, gently
in secret places
only meant for me to see

Pixies in her navel play
the golden rays of sun
ride the kiss of nectar
lightly, gently
on the run
in the course of nature
of course nature takes hers

The path to the queen
of my ebony dream
'twas rougher than I recalled
tiny soldiers onward as to war
arms raised high t'wards the sky
fingers curled and balled
This is the path
This is the truth
This is the light

Butterfly lips, lightly, in that hidden cove
good nite my queen .............. good nite

The Butterfly (An Ode) by Doug Holloway

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