Butterfly Dreaming
sextants and chandelles
frolic in my head,
a romp costumed by petals and
festoons of pollens,
on a lark through slight frilly planets,
each equator breathed in
blossoming toward the next.
i straddle the aerial world
serpentine of reel,
lost in one romance
only to cartwheel-flutter toward its mate.
my senses so blurry,
nag champa vermillion cavatina pachbel guitar bouquets.
a truth emerges, unbelievable, somehow,
in the aftermath of an orgy
of ecstatic wavy fractals:
that we should wield butterfly cocoons
as agile lariats of love
and wrap them snugly around
any glooming seed of war and hate.
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