The Roseate Tern
Saturday 8 February 2014
Butterfly
Imagination exhales freely,
sexuality spreads its wings,
flowing unrestrained
into the recesses
of singular space;
testing the air.
Wings sunned and flexed
in the adoring solar;
ready for
the fluttering badinage
of encounter.
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