perhaps all i have to give you is a butterfly,
how i fled too quickly from the warm sun
and crept too slowly into the jaws
and lingered too long in the mouth
of hands which never intended to
perhaps I've returned with
and all I have is this lingering melody
and the wind swept dream of a butterfly
being born on the tip of my eyelashes
and god mistook it for thunder.
perhaps I am still learning how to say please
and thank you for leaving the door ajar
when I went missing, looking for
and my eyes were parched for
and I hear her shout in my dreams
yet she leaves a subtle mark
and kisses the rain goodbye
somewhere deep in her pockets
she is thirsty for words she has
she can remember her name
and the rain gathered in puddles
for little girls to jump in
perhaps all I have to give you