Meadow

she asks me if I eat insects blue/black butterfly resting on top of a rose I simply wait for food to be brought into my hands wait for the dark encounter to come I cannot save me from my own self or concentrate on romance never was/is a beautiful rose or velvet rabbit imprisoned in everything nonsensical anxious for my freedom then and now there is no solace, only alienation the past years red and yellow, humorous the now should be priceless in its blue/green dewdrops handed to me the roses have demonized me on top of one a blue/black butterfly rests