All That Is in Me
Beautiful Roses
You are my black butterfly, While sitting under this tree in the park, The piercing sun making me wet with inspiration. I began to write about these feelings As I watched a beautiful black shiny butterfly Sit on my uncovered leg. It acted as if I were a beautiful rose. Could it know what my name means ? It rested as I kept still. It gently caressed my leg, while Walking like fingers from my knee to my thigh. Slowly, I reached out to catch it a...