butterflies in my stomach

monarch butterflies

circling above the lawn

alight on puddle’s edge


the puddle once still

ripples in the evening breeze

blurring reflections


harvest moon rises

moving across the puddle

slowly time passes


how moonlight brushes

silver along your cheekbones

casts lips in shadows


the butterfly floats

gently on cool evening breeze

a red leaf follows


I watch your mouth close

around the silver fork

eyes shut in delight

your tongue captures a stray crumb

tracing contours of pink lips


my stomach flutters

at the sight of your pink tongue,

glistening red lips


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