Wednesday, April 16, 2008

covered in butterflies

You are the black butterflies that
transform me,
beautify me,
infatuate me
and softly consume all of me.

10 comments:

tumblewords said...

I like this - it has a surreal feel with overtones of reflection.

Aareet Krsna said...

I like how I await a conclusion all the way through the lines in the middle, and finally get it in one fell swoop :D

SweetTalkingGuy said...

Very imaginative!

Crafty Green Poet said...

I like the imagery here

geek-betty said...

that is beautiful!

writerwoman said...

Lovely! I like the sensuality in this one.

Fireblossom said...

Goodness me, woman. Wow.

Cynthia said...

oohh, such a wonderful fantasy
feel to this one Corinne

writerwoman said...

Just wanted to let you know that this poem will be linked to at PWb on July 13th, as part of our PWB July Collection.
Thank you for being a member of PWB.

Nathan said...

"black butterflies"--this is a lovely image and a beautiful poem.