Memories from the butterfly’s eyes 

Light up the interleave

Of the flutter of her wings

With the chirp of the hummingbird,

It transforms the world around them  

Into a high dome

Opening to the sky. 

The hexagons of her eyes

Create muqarnas in marble

Coated in her colors —

Peacock turquoise and green.

As if on opium, the weave

Turns the marble to honey, 

Dripping through the depths 

Of this vast chamber, 

Sheltering my saudade in mist.

The hummingbird slipstreams this realm,

Resonant drops fall to awaken 

Round spaces on my face and body

Echoing my loneliness into a smile.

And in my thoughts, I look up

Into the skylight —

Her mosaic now floats,

Laughing in balance.