How To Be a Butterfly
Light caught in the
Shallow web of my wings,
Has now taken the color
Of beautiful things.
I sit eager
On a flower's silent lip,
And sink blind
Into each little drowning sip.
If desire is just an endless sin,
Then I say, so be it;
But I shall now seek and love
Every consuming bit.
I show my bold face thus
In the starkness of noon.
For I have known the dark hours
Of a stifling cocoon.
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