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BUTTERFLY ATLAS

by Steven Kenworthy

i am soft-spoken, slow-floated to the sea salt altar
on my driftwood knees



my cloud & cocoon, to be brand new -
without you i am lost to be with you.

bones bruised i find remedy in your crooked ecks, your cabernet church
at the cliff'sedge
battered restless
i build tall sand castles to climb up your stain glass first-aid shoulders.
satin,


with ladders of arms of waves of thrones, before me before
you
watch how i carve the wind a way as a tree to sweep into your
butterfly house ribcage
i slam the doors open wide
to slam them shut.

i sleep in the elevator - i play
hide & seek behind the shudder speed curtain of your golden eyelids, stare
down your cursive textbook
spine

at the world i motion broken
back & forth i lose myself i wonder, wandering
i find your national treasure in my emptied chest.


for flashes of seconds
i capture you in fragments, pieces like gospel choir puzzles,
i line your small frame and walls
carefully;
giant portraits of your citrine glow and mint elegance.


chamomile camera capture this how that
i
get so lost in my own imagination of hers,
who
i could spend some forever and yesterday here like
i'm going everywhere and nowhere at once.

twice i've lived alive again
i love

this museum of nothing but her,
this perfect place that i call home


12/23/2013

Author's Note: once upon a time she said everything at once and it felt like Christmas morning.

Posted on 12/23/2013
Copyright © 2017 Steven Kenworthy

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/24/13 at 01:44 PM

this music you've composed so powerfully subtle and enticingly elegant and very much alive and who could not help but succumb to its thrall? not I, flapped the butterfly.

Posted by Anne Engelen on 12/26/13 at 03:09 PM

if this was a religion, it would be so easy to become a follower

Posted by Gail Wolper on 12/27/13 at 08:41 PM

so lovely and perfect, this! i find your national treasure in my emptied chest.

Posted by Megan Guimbellot on 12/29/13 at 04:38 AM

gorgeous! but "i could spend some forever and yesterday here like i'm going everywhere and nowhere at once" to the end are my favorite, favorite parts. I'm glad you're writing/ sharing again. I miss good poetry!!

Posted by Anita Mac on 07/31/14 at 07:00 PM

I am lost in your words and rhythm and imagery, as ever I was.

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