My soul is so Butter Fly!
Flapping my wings, moving from one tiny space to another
sniffing, digging and dipping long enough to get
and give of my soul's song.
In my moments of being butter fly
I am free and fragile
No agenda, no plans, no expectations, just melting free
My mind is with me
dancing with its feet
carving its butterfly feat
In each space of my butter-flyness
my mind fills its capacity
engages, absorbs and activates it,
then flaps its wings and dashes off
into the fullness of another space.
In between angelic flights and earth arrivals
my heart flips the tracks of its soul's jukebox
skipped beats, flat notes, bees waxed floors
they all have a butterfly effect on me
I land my big blue & gray butterfly eyes
on the leaf of a facebook flower
a variety of those abound,
with home page wide open
I hear green soundless echos
Calling me to the wall
to tap dance on its fertile grounds
squirts of admiration
blended with inspiration
wet my wings and light
my creative heart
in the glow of their page
sexually pollinated, sensually nurtured, spiritually quenched
I break out of my cocoon
into the orgasmic fullness that drips
beyond the valley that rests
at the origin of my
soft, supple, velvety, moistened,
pink & red butterfly wings
in new form... I rise
from the earth between my thighs
Copyright Surya Devi 2011
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