Your gentle whisper roused me from dreaming,
Fluttering as butterflies about my face
While your evening grass comforts my aching back
The cool dew seeping into muscles torn by days labor.
From a black satchel comes a tonic you packed
Bubbling, nearly, as it touches my lip soaking
Into my tongue with a lasting moisture.
I close my eyes and see you standing there
Black silk waving in my eyes, brushing my mouth
As if you lie next to me.
When I raise my hands, to pluck a butterfly for my jar
Their wings burst into arrays of light
Shimmering in front of my bright eyes.
Their dimming glow now keeps me warm
Resting my head into the soft green
The midnight rainbows flutter away.
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