This poem is untitled. Most of mine are. I’m very hesitant about putting forth my darker stuff, the kind of works I was known for years ago when I was still prolific in my writing; so I chose one of my lighter pieces. I wrote this a few years ago for a womyn who I was very close to, after she had just been….. released on parole. I have known her for many years and was hesitant about letting her know my feelings for her when she suddenly showed up one morning in my shitty little city London Ontario. She was very touched by my feelings, but a few minutes before midnight 2020 I found out that she had been seeing someone else secretly. Well, they’re still together, and we’ve patched things up and become close again, but I wrote this for her just after I found out. Usually I would have written something more….desolate, but this…..I sent it to her and she was very moved. I’ll eventually put forth my earlier writings which…..are a little darker. It’s been almost 20 years since I last spoke my poetry out loud or put it in writing to strangers. Despite what response I garner from this short, but heartfelt piece I will be putting forth more. Like I said

UNTITLED

Beauty; in butterfly form she flew by Flutter flitter flutter, she is wind Flip, falter and fall- I felt her gravity

To prefer, if perchance preference can indeed achieve forevermore

She is willed by a Lull-a-bye

and still she flitters, to…..& fro Dancing, oblivious

that gravity cannot confine her so