Gently landed
At my side
A butterfly in golden light
Warming wings
That kiss their dust
From tip to tip
Barely touching
Your hollow limb
At my elbow
Resting there
My soft net sweeps down
I am your gentle prison
I lift you out
It feels like oil
The dust at my pulps
I circle it there
A moment
It has no smell
I press your chest
To stop you moving
Pierce you with a pin
To keep you there forever
Frame you on my wall
In all this you did nothing
But look with love
Touching me lightly
Leaving nothing but dust
Feb 20, 2023
Feb 20, 2023 at 6:07 AM UTC
Gently landed
At my side
A butterfly in golden light
Warming wings
That kiss their dust
From tip to tip
Barely touching
Your hollow limb
At my elbow
Resting there
My soft net sweeps down
I am your gentle prison
I lift you out
It feels like oil
The dust at my pulps
I circle it there
A moment
It has no smell
I press your chest
To stop you moving
Pierce you with a pin
To keep you there forever
Frame you on my wall
In all this you did nothing
But look with love
Touching me lightly
Leaving nothing but dust
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