Poem of the Week! - Butterfly

My eyes flit around the room like butterflies,
From beautiful flower of face to face.
I dance in a garden of souls
Whose words touch me more deeply
Than hands ever will.
But my butterfly eyes cannot light too long
On one flower,
For fear that I will be caught staring.

What if he knew
How much I want him to know me
Or that I would that I would happily flit my wings
In his butterfly net?

But butterflies don’t flutter long with their wings ripped off
And Poets are too pretty for my own good.