Love is like a butterfly; so brave, so
It landed on your shoulder,
But you’re not very fond of bugs.
You said no,
And scared it away. I saw
Your blue veins and pale
I think I will never kiss
Your beautiful hands
I’m reposting this because I’m literally surrounded by butterflies (or fairies? I can’t tell, I’m too sleepy!). But I guess they’re camera shy. I wish I had a bit of faith in the unknown, so I’d think this otherworldly scenario meant something.
Photo: Man Ray (American, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 1890–1976 Paris)