Love is like a butterfly; so brave, so

Fragile sometimes.

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

White skin.

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)


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