I see you as a butterfly

as a momentary blur of color

a good omen

resting momentarily

coy and stunning

among the silky primrose petals

set off by verdant green

drinking in the bouquet

before bowing and lilting away

 

I see you as a moth

with torn paper wings

full of ambition

to greet the moon at its fullest

dangling in a star-mottled night sky

and settling for the small reading lamp

in my apartment

ricocheting off the walls

and eating my shirts

 

I would give you all my flowers

take my lights

and do what you will with my sweaters

it’s summer

I won’t need them

I see you

I will scoop you gently into my hands

Walk outside with you

And wait 

 

brave thing

beautiful and scattered thing

do not get lost here

in hopeful confusion

dreamily searching

for sweetness