The Butterflies
The butterflies
winged insects of nature
Stained within a glass
Within my always forever home
Church……
from a place full of prayer
It beckons me from the altars
It enraptures only my gaze
The butterflies
Its an art…..
the permaneat forever ink
Embedded on the skin of my white-tanned ankle
The butterflies
Who I strive to fly towards
Their enchantment
Untainted by a humans touch
A care free demeanor
Unsettling the sweet crevice
inside of me …..
a jealous sin
thats hidden
the butterflies……
Copyright © Fullmoon Sway | Year Posted 2016
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