The glance I call the swallowtail,
\nlike the luminous butterfly
\nof Caribbean blue and black.
\nPoignant as the burst of mystery
\nin another.
\nA woman seeing first time
\nher lover\u2019s face,
\nstranger, sipping a stranger\u2019s eyes.
\nThe flutter of the swallowtail,
\nhoney of allure and liking.
\nInstantaneous doubt and passion.
\nWho are you beloved soul?
\nher heart asks.<\/p>\n
The same for all who have that look.
\nMan to woman.
\nWoman to man.
\nChild to child.
\nOld to young and young to old.
\nSomething that wakes up something.
\nThe surprise of something beautiful,
\nnot understanding
\nthe flood that floods the eyes,
\nthe recognition of a hunger
\nto know where that person goes,
\nwhere a swallowtail flies.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The glance I call the swallowtail, like the luminous butterfly of Caribbean blue and black. Poignant as the burst of mystery in another. A woman…<\/p>\n