BLACK BUTTERFLY Comments

I refuse to think about people
for them, love is a black butterfly
that alights with widespread wings
on the brow of a paralysed gymnast

it stays there days on end
looking him tenderly in the eye
while it jabs its proboscis in the softest tissues
and enjoys itself like a child

it jabs in its proboscis and laughs
it jabs in its proboscis and laughs

under the dazzling sun.
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