botanical gardens

[melodicinkysin]

He pulled butterflies by their wings
from her back as she grappled
with finding fingerholds
in the trees they shared.
A stumbling buzz--blue winged--
skirted the air between
her rising cries and the undulation
that was his windowpane.
Their toes were curved
into the earth, bark-wedged.
And they rocked, to tipped and--
like the moonscaped tide--
pulled and collided.
He coaxed her voice with his movements,
she was winged by the butterflies
and called his name.