Butterfly

Sometimes in the deep of the night,
When the rest of the world is fast asleep,
And you are lying close to me,
I can feel your heartbeat…
So very deep inside myself.
It shakes my very soul.
One crystal clear instant in time,
Startles and scares me so.
My senses immediatley sharpen,
An overwhelming panic moves me to shudder.
Like finding a still butterfly in the windowsill,
And dropping it when the wings unexpectedly flutter.

* de - may 2000