KissingButterflies~

Porcelain and onyx, pour girl through her own skin, her body a garden for stories, implant, take root, flower.  They reach a world, across time, across space. She walks a thousand stars to get to a place of origins, collecting sticks and stones, breaking and rebuilding fluted bones, like a sparrow who refused to be just a sparrow and decided instead to be a phoenix. She has met the wolf on Okinawa, where the Irrita’s dressed her in tattoos, tiny pin points of pain in thorns peppering the spiral culture of her complex dna. She has rolled in fur and ale with Huns, climbed the tower for Rapunzel’s renowned pastries, pulled her threads beyond herself and reworked the helixes a thousand times on a bone loom. Molecules and pollen graft her purpose to the night, where, in ink seduction she coaxes the last dreams into the folds of her silk gown. Porcelain and onyx,  doll under fine glass with a wind up stick of silver in her sacred sacral nerves. My fingertips turn the spindle on another world. I find my glaze inside the shine of a girl who’s been kissed full of creation by a lonely god’s butterfly. God calls her, Book.  She has many, many pages, waiting to be read by the right fingertips that understand impressions better than the wisest man with the greatest vision. Simplicity creates divinity, sometimes, if you know which mitochondrial butterflies to kiss.

 

 

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Reviews

[RainQueen]

Magical. The phrase that sang out to me-
"I find my glaze inside the shine of a girl who’s been kissed full of creation by a lonely god’s butterfly."

This girl has lived it all. She's many women - Due to who and what she is, and due to her refusal to be a sparrow.

Having a rich, full inner life. How do you ever find a partner who can journey as far as that girl can go?

The lonely God's butterfly. Beautiful, and somehow, melancholy.

[Convalesce]

This is simply amazing. So many different perspectives people can take from this. Very, very well done. Easily one of my favorites already

[Cafe Reader]

Everything you write is golden. Words, I think, come to you as easy as breathing. Another incredible writing that touches on every point of creation in your own unique, surreal way.

She has met the wolf on Okinawa, where the Irrita’s dressed her in tattoos, tiny pin points of pain in thorns peppering the spiral culture of her complex dna. She has rolled in fur and ale with Huns, climbed the tower for Rapunzel’s renowned pastries, pulled her threads beyond herself and reworked the helixes a thousand times on a bone loom.


Amazing.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Trust can be hard to find once you have been jaded by love and the emotions are told as only you can with a trip down the rabbit hole.

[Ruth]

I do believe you thread majestical ribbons of gold and silver together and allow them to flutter away with freedom in wise and passionate emotions :) Ethereal glorious enchantment! xoxo

[Reese38]

An incredible Book, made in the image of enchantment:You.

Molecules and pollen graft her purpose to the night, where, in ink seduction she coaxes the last dreams into the folds of her silk gown. Porcelain and onyx, doll under fine glass with a wind up stick of silver in her sacred sacral nerves.

Selene Skye, where biology and sorcery are one and the same.

[LilyT]

You're poetry, your prose, your stories, link the past, the present and the future in a complex and astonishing array, connecting everything together while constantly deconstructing the story of existence and recreating it one beautiful passage at a time. You're an incredible story teller, Selene, and you, obviously, knew which fluttering butterfly to kiss.


She has many, many pages, waiting to be read by the right fingertips that understand impressions better than the wisest man with the greatest vision. Simplicity creates divinity, sometimes, if you know which mitochondrial butterflies to kiss.





Sensational writing!

[asdarkeyesclose]

So many lines and images that i loved, especially 'pour girl through her own skin' suggesting something fluid and vital, 'She walks a thousand stars to get to a place of origins,' suggesting something very universal, tracing steps maybe to the beginnings of existence, to an appointed time, finding meaning on the way and then all the beauty and power of that last line, giving us a new angle to ponder and explore. incredible poetry.

[Crowley]

A cauldron of images that makes me think of an extraordinary woman's role throughout the passage of time regardless of the context. I kept picturing a strong woman safe and secure in her backdrop used and using as necessary and unendingly beuatiful and necessary. What last line.

[Ed Hart]

i found you in mexico...unfortunately, it was the season of monarchs, and i was only wise and lost in my vision

[Lilly Negoi]

was i a man, i'd search for wings to flutter after reading the last line :).
on a more serious tone now, this journey of self-revealing is so cinematic and so filled with beauty that makes one want to turn page after page with a never-to-be-soothed thirst for your talent.