"we are the papillons" we say.
we march and prance
about in and about out
these shadows of the great oaks.
they look at us sternly, concerned.
but we smile,
these teeth as my
silver hair touches the bottom of the blue ocean.
I watch your
searching eyes find the neon starfish and
my
green sequins glisten amongst the corals.
yet I can never just know you just yet
as we dance here screaming
"we are the papillons!"
blobs of purple glitter surround the dance floor
and the tintinnabulation  rings in my ears
only a millisecond later.
hold my hand then
and lead me across these explosions in the sky
to take another breath, holding me in this haze of smoke.
tommorow-day just doesn't matter
when the papillons flutter here.