by Melissa Mason
leaves flutter
across the ground
like the butterflies
that used to flap
their wings against
your stomach
twirling and whirling
at the sight of her
lips her hips
her eyes
butterflies wreak havoc
at the sound
of her voice
mention of her name
butterflies sit
heavy and waiting
eager to flap
and flutter
and churn
your stomach
butterflies reserved
only for her
Melissa Mason is an English major with a focus in Creative Writing and an Art minor at the University of Massachusetts at Amherst. She hopes to be anovelist one day, though she also enjoys writing short stories and poetry.
Photo credit: Scanning Electron Micrograph (SEM) of wing scales of a Red Admiral Butterfly (Vanessa atalanta), magnification x 450 . Photography. Encyclopædia Britannica ImageQuest. Web. 15 Jun 2016. http://quest.eb.com/search/151_2519448/1/151_2519448/cite