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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