Communion

First the rowdy adolescents
hit the sky--
three butterflies

spin, dive, and soar
in sudden flutters of ivory and orange.

Just below
their field of play
maturity holds sway.

Four diaphanous wings
touch stillness on a stem
the entire translucent
day,

as tantric partners

glisten and sway,

bravely dancing

with what’s been

missing, holding

your absence close,

      
        yet still,
          
             at bay.