It is not you
It is not you I have lost
crossing the road
to taste this other dream
of myself,
following a whisper
of butterfly.
Lifting this stone
the same love-creatures
struggling beneath
stare up with the same
magnificent eyes-
up through me.
And in them still
clouds draw back
exposing the sky’s pink flesh.
Naked before you
it is not you
who are naked
chasing the unfulfilled
and not you
this stone butterfly long
will rest upon.
(published in Euphony)
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