the gift

little butterfly encased
in your crystal paradise
with its deathless flowers –
am I sealed up so in my belovèd’s world
with her unending beauty and her charms?

little creature   I know my dearest  my beloved
will position you upon her nightstand
to watch how moonlight dances joyfully
on your brightly tinted wings
to see how at dawn the sunlight kisses
your frail body and those idle flowers
all in a dream transfixed

but just what will she do with me
tell me  little beast  if you can

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© Gregory V Driscoll   2014

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