we caught our breath with butterfly nets
and exhaled
the pieces of each other's wings
that stuck in our lungs.
the sky gave a shiver and the stars
unsealed, their firefly cores shimmering
and fluttering
toward us.
plucking them from the air, they slip
between our fingertips
and fall like butterfly wings
to the ground.
we conduct the celestial engagement with
our metallic hearts
that control this unsteady rhythm of
love crescendos
and staccato love-making.
like conductors in an orchestra.
our lives write the love songs.













Comments
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~eating all the kisses off the mistletoe~
L11 'fall like lightning' seems contrary. Falling, especially in connection with something light such as fireflies, gives a slow context, whereas lightning gives the opposite.
L13 why is the light 'holy'? There is no reference to it anywhere else.
The three repeated instances of 'love' are a risk here, but I think you pull that one off.
It is still a beautiful and remarkable work. :~)
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"Sans toi, les émotions d'aujourd'hui ne seraient que la peau morte des émotions d'autrefois."
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"A story is a playground for the mind."
- Larry Niven
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The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ,
Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears blot out a Word of it.
Sensation wise, the net-broken wings in the first stanza are magical. You've set that up as reality,and it's a wonderful one that you should foster--saying "*like* butterfly wings" in the second stanza denies that reality, whereas if you did another simile, such as "like leaves", or if you eliminate the comparison and say "fall with our breath/to the ground", it supports your reality.
Nonetheless, this is good. There's a strange shift in tone the moment we hit "metallic", but that gets more down to intent. Well done.
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