beauty, love, poetry, women

Chasing Mariposas

In her dreams,

she chased a cloud of mariposas with a stick.

She laughed until her head swam with joy.

She saw her bear waiting at the end of the path.

She ran towards him.

His thick arms closed around her

and she pressed her nose into his fur.

He told her stories that made her bones with magic,

light as the mariposas.

She awoke with his warmth still moving through her limbs.

He called and his love beckoned her to him.

She found courage in his certainty and strength.

Out in the dark and took him along.

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