With Butterflies
You wake me, as you do every morningâ
with butterflies, smooth as satin between
the sheets. Fluttering wings flit upwards,
caressing my sockless toes, calves, and knees.
The rustling curtain and hoisted window
belie the held-breath silence of this time.
The little scraps next door are ambitious
today, clamoring outside; perhaps learning
to ride skateboards or two-wheeled bikes.
Their clattering failures mix with laughter
and the notes of an ice-cream truck ambling
by. Still, all I can see is the blue-green
of your beckoning eyes. You wake me
as you do every morningâwith butterflies.
© Elizabeth Alford 2015
Response to our Inspiration Call on December 1, 2015
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