Le flutter de Juliette

A stolen glance fills
the cavern of her stomach
with feathers,
tiny wings beating fierce--
the friction blazing
an exquisite flush
of innocence.


Inspired by two sources: First (and most appreciated), Sir Charles' poem "Butterflies within" and second, Pibgorn by Brooke McEldowney who is currently running Romeo and Juliet as a comic strip in his usual beautiful (albeit slightly twisted) fashion. Thank you gentlemen. :)


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