tryst with a human moth
The swallowtail butterfly
inked in inky
blue, at the
fore of the
knuckle below her
right index finger,
comes alive; and
the lessees of
ethereal acoustics, borrowers
of euphonious dreams,
levitate glassy-eyed.
She manages all
this with a
ukulele and a
dulcet voice. Even
her laugh has
a melody, her
bye makes one
Cry.
inked in inky
blue, at the
fore of the
knuckle below her
right index finger,
comes alive; and
the lessees of
ethereal acoustics, borrowers
of euphonious dreams,
levitate glassy-eyed.
She manages all
this with a
ukulele and a
dulcet voice. Even
her laugh has
a melody, her
bye makes one
Cry.