The swallowtail quietly
floats on the rolling motion of Zephyrus’ shoulder, through bowing wildflowers
and warm aromatic grasses that spice her sunlit wings in coriander and lemon
verbena. The delicate pulse she beats in sultry summer atmosphere, suspends
her in the tension spurred by the melding energies, thrilling in the seconds
prior to alighting on the lustrous petals softly vibrating in the subterranean
friction of the earth’s plates and crust.
E.A. O'Connell
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