flight of the butterfly, rising free
The tears flow easily this morning
as my feet find your feet. The warmth
of your skin warms also my heart.
The warmth of my heart
perhaps i'll write a poem
called perhaps
perhaps the poem will be more than pretty words
perhaps the poem will be my heart's deepest and most fervent desire
perhaps the poem will be my intent
and perhaps my intent will intersect with yours
and our realities will cross
and mix
and meld
and become indistinguishable
perhaps
perhaps that is how the universe was formed
to allow two spirits, two souls
to communicate
to express
to touchfeeltatstebeloveskipjumplaughfly
perhaps