Zywa Flailing like butterflies

Together in the garden in the evening
done what was to be done
and said what was to be said

we wish nothing more

being connected
with the strange
the leaves, the flowers

and the blackbird not tired yet

flailing around like butterflies
we drink the nectar
and no longer have words

for who we are

I can hardly retell it
but something must have changed
we put on skin again

and felt blood flow

Poem 1159
Amsterdam, 2017-03-08

Collection: Webgarden 
Keyword: Happiness (relaxation) 
Keyword: Animals: butterfly / moth 
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