Butterfly Collector

(N.b- I abhor anyone who kills for beauty and art- just thought I'd let you know in advance x) Let me look at you- Aquamarine, ultramarine, powder blue like paper Angels jinking on thin string lightning wingbeats make your colours sing flitting, unconcerned, unbridled joy, loved you, stalked you since I was a boy. High on Lavender, bathing in the sun, pastel shades beating lazy applause joy cut short by me because.... I wanted you. And now you're mine. Here you are, ready to take flight but you can't. I've saved you, really. Whatever out there comes to pass can't touch you now- you're safe beneath this glass in stasis, beauty captured at a cost. Life was lost but... I too feel a sense of loss. Can't quite pin it down.