Butterfly

I dreamt of you last night

You who dance in and out of my senses

I walked into your kitchen, a place of magic

& creation

There were bottles on your counter,

Petite and smooth, clear and shining

Inside were butterflies

Honey

dripping off their wings, they

Glistened like amber in

sunlight

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