butterflies will sometimes tell you secrets
Sure, but what's it mean when they giggle at you?
Butterflies will kiss and sometimes wink they often tease landing carefully. I don't blame them if I were so delicate and pretty I too would take my time in the city. They tell me the flavors― whispering colors of nectar giggling the sweetness of laughter they say: tell me your love tell me your love. I mumble back as they float above, my love is like, my love is like it's like― they interrupt! ―What's it like? What's it like? as their wings catch tints of light. It's like adventure. I want to see depth height and width, the colors of a soul that's whole on it's own. I want to smell flowers and to share a scent to be polite for the sake of respect. They giggle at me they float like clouds fairies bearing hope. They tell me their secret, those are the same reasons they float and tease tasting all flowers respectfully blessing your face with peace and, and, and, ―pleasantries! Interrupted again.