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