"never whisper a breath of conversation into the night air that you would not wish to flavor the wind of a morning rising." – me
her discussion is butterfly talk
i can’t keep it in the space
of just one place
long enough
to capture this photograph
for the moment
i’ve properly seated
my flash bulb
*snap*
she’s found
another flower
and i’ve found her
again
just as magnificent
as first landing
glorious nature
still unable
to pin her down
for in captivity
she might die
but i
just want to examine
her specimen
a moment longer
than she would allow
and my eyes
are getting no younger
for soon i fear
i’ll be unable to see her
and not acknowledging
her flutter
would certainly
be a travesty
for she wields
a whirlwind
in her wings
and i’m just all..
turned around
thoughtisacircularsortofthing!
the aoback(words)