la rencontre

dreamfully, —
a blue butterfly,
bathed in the sun's rays
and
spoiled with moon's kisses,
has been lured into my vase
through a sensual bouquet,
guarded elegantly
by some future collections
from yesterday's present
and demagogy,
when love loved
to start the fire,
explosively,
and not just to track my flair
during the sea's susurrations,
at any on and off la rencontre

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