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I’ve watched you now a full half hour
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!—not frozen seas
More motionless!—and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!

This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister’s flowers:
Here rest your wings when they are weary,
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We’ll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.
With you holding up my wrists,
shaking out every bit of begging,
every tiny breath of pleas
I can't seem to let go.
I love the feel of your touch.

I don't mean to seem so fragile,
I don't mean to come off as weak.
I just need some concrete structure
to hold me as I fall,
as I wreck it all
knowing full well this will lead to nothing.

I don't mean to ask if you love me,
I don't mean to be so delicate.
I just need a night of nothing,
a soft reminder of what almost was.
Don't worry about the morning,
I'll deal with it when it comes.
Just could you please do this for me,
one night just pretend we're in love.

Soften up my cheekbones with your thumbs,
make me regret the way our lips touch.
****** me with your smile,
press me close until I can't get enough.

I know loving you
is like praying for sunlight in the rain
or failure in the gain,
but I just need one night
of not missing you
of not ripping the stitches apart
when I remember how we were.
I need one night where I can be
with the one thing I need
just to be complete.

— The End —