[ lonely butterflies ]
< with love to J.R. >
Wayward lips and lonely butterflies, this is a movie
I watch day by day -- dying when wishes come true,
burying into the sand on the bottom below your dream
things I am bored of: cities, hieroglyphs, dreams...
Carefully I touch the edge of your mouth
before spreading the sheet: I love snow.
My phone has been dying and rising,
I am fond of the wires I can't see.
And when you come home at 5:30,
I am crazy about your tidings that space and time
and the rest of your gifts is merely a mirror
in which you've desired to see Her face.
But I'm turning away to the wall:
I do love lonely butterflies.
17.02.22