Butterfly Kisses

February 15, 2010
You wanted to have me as your own,
if even for a moment.
You're so afraid I'll fly away.
So you gently hold my wings.

At first you cupped me carefully in your hands.
Then fear took hold of your heart
and your grip grew tight.

You were sure that I was unclean.
Believing it destroyed my beauty,
you rubbed the dust off my wings.
You made sure I would never leave.

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