ferris wheel

The Ferris Wheel – Poem by John C. Mannone

The last time I kissed you,
purple butterflies flew out
of my heart. They fluttered
under moonlight, circled
in surreal vertical loops
like a rainbow Ferris wheel.
The ground glowed where
we stood, then the violet
ones metamorphosed
into turquoise angels.

Night embraced us, we felt
the surge of electricity
and lifted above ground,
cacooned in light, joined
the angels dancing
with our hearts. We kissed
again, our lips changing
to hands, most beautiful
butterfly hands, swirling
higher into the heavens
with our prayers folded
in the powder palms
of our wings, our kisses
in our hearts, our souls
in God’s.
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