new love, old love, and our dream to go

i saw the orange and black
of the butterfly who ruled my heart
for the tiny eternity between
i do.

God laughed, I think
not loud, but loud
enough to thunder
there beneath her wings
spread

in japan, green tea
steeped and the scent
of typhoon forbade me love you
with words or tongue

so, you reached
i reached, and
our fingers touched
like my soul before
the void of vow

I know you saw
the monarch there
who ruled us then
until the moment passed
orange, black, and
yes, still with endless sky
blue