Your butterfly lands softly on my small, white, delicate flower.
Your wings flutter with a soft caress
Against my pink-tipped petals.
I look at your delicate, yellow butterfly
Sticking your tongue in
Sucking, lapping the sweet nectar
From my flower's fragrant well,
Savoring each sweet drop
Like it was manna from the Gods.
(6-21-2001)
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