Her Hands

Butterfly wings flutter
Through conversation
Alight briefly
A probiscus touch
Upon the pages
Of her book
The table
His shoulder

Delicate fingers trace
Thoughts through air
Twist a strand of hair
A casual distraction
Like a butterfly
Daring him not to care

(September 2011)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s