Rachael Lowe - Butterfly Wings

(a swollen fruit) unburdening from the navel a thick fragrant stem freshly licked with blood embossing a membranous twist of veins round and around and up reaching a conclusion in the palm of my hand. In the palm of my hand it is levitating and it is shimmering in emerald and emerging is a heart and a pair of lungs and other vitals
(where you lie)
(where you sleep)
(where you love)
where you love becoming peachy flesh with red lips curling into a wide smile because butterflies with magnificent wings of gold are passing through the lips and you are astride the butterfly in the lead and you float away on an exhalation. On an exhalation you float away living and alive with beauty making you cry so you cry all the time but beneath your gliding form a transformation is taking place and on the last inhalation your smile grows thin and now a dark space inhabits where you had once loved.

Rachael Lowe

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