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monarchs mating

monarchs mating

I watched you sleep
While other galaxies circled the sky,
The taste of your goodnight kiss
Fresh on my breath, still.

A feathery, warm wind
Gently lifted the locks
Of your shadowed hair,
Then let them fall.

Your sealed eyes fluttered,
I thought, like monarch butterflies
Over a summery earth,
Then lay still, again.

I didn’t dare speak,
Let alone believe,
That fateful word
Of capture and demise.

Best to let you and I
Fly as free as
Just good friends have—
Yes, that’s it.

S.A. Bort/28 October 2015

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