Saturday, May 28, 2016

A Beat Of Butterfly Wings

Your shirt slides
to the floor -
a beat of butterfly
wings.  In Florence,
David shatters.  In Tibet,
a poet dreams.  A Montana
bird turns stone, falls, and is found
by a blonde locked girl.
Here, I am still as stone myself,
as your shirt
slides to the floor.

We each reach
for the infinite other
closing the distance
from star to star.
The sky kisses
the open mouthed sea;
far is near and near is far.
You kiss me; I taste
salt on your tongue,
salt and something more -
the silvery skin of a butterfly's wing
as my shirt
slides to the floor.

for Bjorn's prompt at Real Toads


Anonymous said...

This may be way off, but I read the butterfly as being another girl you're tasting in his mouth, but you don't care. He's just too yummy to mind. :)

My favorite is the hanging Montana/moan-tanner. Also the sky kissing the sea.

brudberg said...

Love the way you can trace the event back to those butterflies, somehow I wonder if the shirts are not the same as those soft wings of the butterfly.

Fireblossom said...

Putting sexay to a world beat, MZ? I like.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

One of my faves of yours. I love the poet dreaming in Tibet, the bird turning to stone, and the butterfly wings as shirts fall to the floor. Sigh. And the reaching for the infinite other.."closing the distance from star to star". Just gorgeous.

Kerry O'Connor said...

You capture the sense of an earth-shattering moment. Two people together can move the world.

hedgewitch said...

The sense of shifting here, of movement and of force, comes perhaps from the excellent way you pay with and reverse phrases--anyway, very fine writing, regardless of how it does its thing.

angie w said...

Damn, MZ. So, so good

Gillena Cox said...

That two heartbeats could blot out all the care in the world, this is very sensous

Much love...

De said...

I am crazy about this. The listing of the cause and effect, the where of it. And THIS:
"The sky kisses
the open mouthed sea"

Sara McNulty said...

Love the use of the shirt sliding to the floor. Also, a poet dreaming in Tibet. This whole piece has a dreamlike quality, which really is the point, isn't it?

Outlawyer said...

Ha. Lovely. (I disagree with Star Jassamine by the way--couldn't read that at all). Love the sky and open-mouthed sea and all the resonances. Thanks MZ - wonderful. k.

Rommy said...

I like how you have all these shifts in the world between the moment each lover is taking off their shirt. There is so much going on in the world and between each other in that pause.