through an open door
a butterfly wandered
markings like eyes
fixed on your heart
and stayed for hours
gazing at you
white-spotted wings
fluttering
like desire
the taste of it red dust
the feeling sunshine
like trying
to capture a droplet
of imagination
falling pen in hand
you sip words
like a flower each slowly
melting on your tongue
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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