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.
