Gossamer Wings

How you float and flutter
Without a care in the world
Little creature with gossamer wings
Teaching me of delicate things...
...
The kiss he bestows is light
And then more urgent ~
Shoulders ripple
And I am lost in his silver, silken chest

He asks why I am crying
And I have no answer
He kisses my tears away,
Commenting on the salt

I remember how my Father
Would catch and eat my tears
Saying we mustn’t waste them...
My tears are not lost on this man.

A man who knows even a little
About the heart of a woman
Is a composer, an artist, a healer,
A butterfly.

Kira Braun