She has butterfly wings
a snake’s body
mythical is her dance,
silking her way through the open air
her repetition is my tranquil drug
a lucid cycle, she beats around me.
By B. L. Crisp
She has butterfly wings
a snake’s body
mythical is her dance,
silking her way through the open air
her repetition is my tranquil drug
a lucid cycle, she beats around me.
By B. L. Crisp
I really like this one Barry! It is so sensual..
Thanks Susie! Glad it resonated in some way… just popped into my head