No Butterflies

It is a black and white afternoon

The sun bleeds between the blinds

Your eye lashes flicker in the light's flutter
Your pale breast heaves in the slatted sunlight

Your fingers trace the silk of your hair
You yawn back into slumber
I wait for your muscles

To contract into your grace

There is a smile of gentle pleasure

As you see and understand

The ecstasy of my moment

It is one of those moments of verve
That provide color and texture

Confidently you cross the room to me

Your warm hand caresses my cheek

The butterflies of spirit radiate

The sun bleeds across the room

My mind bleeds what was

And I miss it so much

It was these times without words

It was these times without sounds

It was these times without statements

It is this time as I nuzzle into your empty bed

That my spirit misses the butterflies