When Butterflies Return
You come to me in dreams of color
Cheeks of air brushed pastels
emulate pale butterfly wings
peeking through the blush
Your delicate body echoes the beauty of spring
But my mind freezes when you leave
I become aware of time and how it brings old age
but living without you is impossible!
Absent of you my mind becomes a roar
you tiptoe and I sense your presence and your warmth
As you approach my toes lose their stiffness
My breathing speeds up and my heart beats harder
Your touch is soft and gentle
as when butterflies return and rest on my finger
you have come, you are here
one caress and you drive away my loneliness
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