Do you remember the last time you experienced the butterflies?
That sweet moment when your stomach quivers from anticipation. Just the thought alone elicits…
A feeling of bliss. Light as air. You float. You don’t know how to walk anymore.You glide.
As elusive as a butterfly, it does not even need to be brought on by a tender kiss. This only intensifies its effect.
Is there any question that love takes place first in the mind, or does it, this is visceral bliss, joy personified.
Loved the poem, the imagery, the juxtaposition with butterfly. I particularly loved the last 2 stanzas. Thank you.