
Lepidoptera
When you brush my dusty ells,
To lull these jittery lobes,
I wonder whether you know
You flummox further
The pegs and grooves—
And make them
Breathe still more wildly.
Your bridling swabs
Only light the blood
In my scaled veins,
Iridescent,
On the pad of your
Anchored palm—
Until it barely takes
A scanty breath,
To thresh me into
A blanket coupling,
And all out, unhinged
Flutter.