Monday, March 30, 2015

Observed Valentine

Perfect is not the end
it’s just the beginning friend
or sometimes piquantly or not
the very middle where it’s caught
in the wide nets of the world’s desire
where we found ourselves on fire
with an odd concern for couplets
often observed inside of droplets
long years crazy for thee
in two there is some alchemy
but in one there is nearly none
three times I saw the holy ghost
of the butterfly before
I saw the swallowtail itself
thus did love fail and soar

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