fly.

It
is all about love
and the mother wound

it is all about love

and betrayals long distances

knots for landings

and cavernous ghosts

only when the butterflies

forget to sing

orgasms midflight

as the petals drop

a smile

an anchor

a spot

reserved

only for her.

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