The descent of a soul
-Stephanie Chen
Beautiful
as a cascade of butterflies
stealing kisses from your lilac throne
ecstatic, I rush to embrace
the nervous shape of you.
Sweet lunacy melts
on my tongue like nectar,
opiate under amber moonlight.
Lonely dawn stirs, I
rearrange my thoughts against
the bruised pink sky,
navigate through your troubled mind,
feel good about reaching
a dead end.
your mouth, still.
I see the curl of your tongue
and am reminded of
butterflies.
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Dragon - Shaziya Shaikh
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