Papillon
By stevo
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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Papillon
Lamp-lit,
singly, on your narrow bed; you alighted,
came to rest on my outstretched fingertip,
with a damp, affirmative whisper
that the script did not permit; a sculpture
of air and low light, a sparkler in an infant's mitt,
a sixfold kiss, balanced on my hand. Riffing like Diz
I carved a shape, drawing you in space,
through space: you crumpled your masterpiece of a face,
fluttered your wings, and wept.
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