Into another
mouth, another set of eyes.
Another sense of place, of time
gently falling. Have you
ever had the sense of
red waves on the ceiling light?
Yes. Now you see.
YOU ARE READING
Butterfly Ripples
PoesíaButterfly ripples through water and wind fluttering petals, whispering wings. Words swing 'round trees carried in a breeze of butterfly ripples so do as you please. But don't taunt their song of water and wind: to it they belong and so they will sin...
