My girl

Butterflies explode from her chest
Finding their own way into delight
Each one having its own flower
While she is running barefeet
in a flowering cotton field

Lavender finds white butterflies
Poppies suckled by the yellows
As she reigns in her kingdom
of a vast blue sky,
and pockets filled with beads

The only strings that exist
are the ones humming chords
in her mind’s cathedral spaces
every chime far beyond rhythm

now there is no need for anyone
to hold up the mirror
as she finds the rivers flourishing
with happiness too excited to care
about stillness punctuating time

Ah…my sweet dolce vita
will you gush out your secret
all together at once in one whisper
to annihilate the storms into
one single flame of a candle
born from the reverse
of light transcending to void?

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