Sitting at the foot of the stairs

Captive of your thoughts

Prisoner of your emotions

I watch you from above

Your neck inclined

Untroubled by your hair

Free to share its beauty

To all alert enough to see

A kiss, a flutter of a slight wing

A modest light touch

Brings pure solace to your face

Your gaze searches and

Lands upon the form of a butterfly

You gently touch it

With your soft sweet lips

An eternal gratitude

Lights up your face

And allows you to sink

Back into your thoughts again.