As the cry of a lonely bird

reaches the evening sky

our desires

are in the dark caverns

where the sweet blossoming

of the night flowers

bleed into the scented night

you fill my blood with fire

and I blossom at your touch

you open the glade in me

where butterflies

now take flight

over and over

© Ann Bagnall

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