Editor’s Note: Jah’kaya asked that I write her a poem about butterflies.  She had very specific requirements.  She wanted it to be short with no big words.  I can abide by the first request.  Since she knows me all too well, nothing is promised towards the second half of that statement.  Word to Steve Biko.  I write what I like.

you are
the
butterfly
in my eye
your chrysalis
forming
warms me
nourishing
my slumber
names me
beautiful
upon
becoming
you my
utter eye
butterfly.