THE NECTAR OF DEVOTION

My mind was empty but there was the sweet smell of cucumber
radiating from the body that lay beside me.

I paused, watching this tropical butterfly as she lay completely still,
it was as if the world was empty of sound; of such beauty.

Her wings fluttered in rhythm with the taking of breath,
my mind walked endless corridors in search of where this vision had evolved,
but my search was in vain.

© Ben Reche

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