our discontent

oskar

Our Discontent

The day after the first morning
alone in a flat
of discontent

I looked out and saw a butterfly
with rainbow dust on its wings;
I let it in and it circled around
till we both were inside

a kaleidoscope and first night alone
when I could hear you breathing beside me
and could feel the warmth of your
thigh against mine…and I knew it was a dream;
was easier to bear.

unknownothers

i loved this.

"a flat of discontent"

and the seond stanza was great.

Monkeyboy

Very nice work, third stanza was best for me, but we all take to heart what we identify with the most. Smile