Butterfly Poem – Love Is a Butterfly

Love is a butterfly nestling on your toe, 
and you see how the veins within its wings 
branch perfume into the sky across 
the earth's breasts and bones. 

Never once does it falter in its fluttering, 
never once does it bend a straw or pinch an eyelash. 

And sometimes, 
quite out of the blue, 

the butterfly roars like a lion or 
undoes equations 
in a whisp of a whistle 

all the while 

smelling 
like a meadow of a million flowers and a trillion cherry blossoms. 

Now and then, 

the butterfly whispers 
songs of honey and clear springs 

until the glistening pearls in its wake 

make a trail for the frail, 
its legs settling, 
its spiracles blending blades and shades 
for a miracle.