The Cornflower Boy
by Nicole Votta

the air was full of butterflies they kissed your body
the tips of your fingers tasted like flowers I spoke
in languid, hieratic phrases you barely spoke
the grass swallowed you and the sky was bluer than water you
cried at the splendor of the sky you could have drowned in
that air the wind spoke in languid, hieratic phrases
laughed as the grass swallowed you
the tips of your fingers all covered in kisses and
pieces of butterfly wings all the sounds came from far
away and the light was bright, languid, running like water I
could taste the flowers in the air and barely spoke you
were drowning in the grass the sky laughing above you cried at
what the wind said the tips of your fingers reached above
the grass like flowers and I didn't touch them
the butterflies devoured your body with kisses

About the Poet:
Nicole Votta currently has more books than she can reasonably transport, but that isn't stopping her. She is terminally in transit, and may not be where she was by the time you read this. The poet can be reached at arebours_21@yahoo.com.