Sarah Elizabeth Clark - Virginity

Broken free, the butterfly spreads upon a flower,
Bountiful colors appearing in her flushed wings,
Rustling with the slight, warmest of breezes,
Too fragile to breathe outwards.

Thoughts anything but secret,
Apparent in her skittish movements,
The rocking, frolicking laughter,
Of one whose life is fleeting.

Soaring up and bending down to meet,
The delicate petals and sensual pollen,
Playing the beautiful object that is not held alive,
By anything more than her sunlight companions.

Sarah Elizabeth Clark

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