Mariposa

I would like
to make a verse that had
the rhythm of spring;
That it was
Like a rare fine butterfly,
Like a butterfly that flew
Over your life, and candid and light
It flew around
Over your warm body of warm palm tree
And finally its absurd flight rested
-just like on a blue rose in the meadow-
On the pretty rose of your face...

I would like
to be a verse that had
All the fragrance of spring
And that like a rare butterfly
It flew around
Over your life, over your body, over your face.