My butterfly has disappeared,

Tall men in overalls sprayed mistonto the trees and in the grass below.The meadow was a gathering placewhere critters roamed in moonlit nightsto nibble grass and watch the stars go by.Tonight had left a yellow, powdered haze,all moss had changed from green to mustard hue,they stood, in awe, some motionless, in dazeuntil the Sun took…

as well the soundness of your hips.The rest, as far as bodies gowould take an engineer to know.I wonder sometimes in my sleepif goats and rabbits, mice and sheepuse lips as humans seem to doI am a virgin, if I knewwhat others learned from birds and beesI’d more than likely cross some T’s.Here, in the…

then I (the little one) was bornwith an exquisite nose.I love the scent of anemonesthough orchids leave me cold,my skin was soaked with pheromonesbut now I’m simply old.Remembering the unicornwho loved his little rose,they cultivated one small thornin poetry and prose.As mother finally fell illI was a tiny tot,she called me ‘little Daffodil’,though Daffodil I’m…

Der Tierarzt wetzte seine Klingendie Voeglein hoerten auf zu singen.Geplant war ein gar boeser Streichschon wurde gar der Bauer bleich.So schnitt man ihm die kleinen Eierservierte sie zu einer Feierals grosses Aphrodisikum.Und Gott im Himmel? Der blieb stumm.

the urge to thankthe other but there isno need, really.We appreciate,we cherish andwe treasureeach other….Perhaps this needto say thank youfor somethingthe other has doneor is doing originatesfrom a feeling of‘goes-without-saying-considerateness’that is just there.And that, my love,is a kind of love that can liftspirits to infinityit makes the gloomiest dayinto a celebration of lifeand happiness.No one…

it is not shade but simple pleasure it pursuesit points its leafy crown at her, it wants to spin,and like a rocket it would penetrate with ease.There is a cabin in her forest painted pinkits logs are covered with a dozen types of dews,safe home for spiders and sweet nectar, there to drinkand heady vapours…