The Butterfly

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Did I lose myself or find her 

In the conditioning we displaced

Our own demons stir, but we feel 

Safe in each other's embrace

 

Your limbs are the branches 

I cling to, eyes closed, the future

Cocooned in a synchronized 

Experience with Mother Nature

 

I see myself through your eyes, 

Undressed in your mind

Sparkling in the heavy, humid air 

Painted wings flutter and fly

 

Vulnerable to natural desires, 

Is it fear or myself, I wonder

I am enough, but I wouldn’t know 

if it weren’t for your reminder.

 

Did we lose a week or gain 

A lifetime, the chrysalis suspends

Our feelings and choices, we let go 

And decide as the journey ends

xoxo, L

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a photo series with Abba Shapiro