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.

[SkinlessFrank]

you're pressing all these molecular biological buttons and skin-grafting them onto skeletons, creating old living forms, part human part beast, rising from your magical cauldron

[Aidz]

Read like a painting brushed in diamonds and gold, sensual and alluring.. Kissed on the wing of a scented butterfly

[Bard Constantine]

I often wonder why no one takes the torch to create the new myths, the new gods, the new legends. And then I remember the work of Selene...

[OT]

"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."

so much good poetry today, a good day to pop into the cafe! expertly crafted of course :)

[Emily B]

you have a beautiful light touch with your ethereal tales