by Fabrice Poussin

As She Builds Planets
You must respect the space around the body
for she lives to build planets for tomorrow.

Dim she seems in the paleness of her shawl
yet she burns with the passion of a comet.

So very quiet in the hours of fresher dews
she seems to ponder her daily miracles.

The flesh punctuates the hours with dreams
she continues to write the motions of a soul.

Only yesterday she walked on the limpid waters
to rescue the feeble hand of a kind fairy.

Her entrails beat at the rhythm of her desire
to scar the air with her inherited grace.

The lids blink but once and she sighs
now certain of what she must accomplish this hour.

Electricity travels though her veins
so she shivers with the power of borrowed energies.

Soon she will continue on the road to other smiles
giving of her until only a spark remains in the night.

Song Of a Butterfly
She awoke early in the warmth of July
Shedding the cocoon of her tender home
To take flight upon the currents of summer.

Hours preparing to match her awesome sister
She painted colors on her ephemeral wings
Sighing in a last effort to break free.

There is no time for second thoughts
When the mountain calls for one of its children
To join in and make her world complete.

She is an Adonis Blue as the stellar realms
Seeking her Purple Emperor in the falling hours
She sings a soft flutter to the distant woods.

Too far away to be known, her voice reaches
A mate gifted with timeless patience and
Together in a sweet murmur they will embrace.

As if in the heart of a myriad of fireflies
They will bring a new star to the heavens
And peacefully sleep in the silence of her song.

Fabrice Poussin

Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.

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