Butterfly Net by Janette Ayachi

We stand close without touching, leaning
against the wall where the world has stopped
for us. Our smells meet in the air like lovers

from a past life connecting but not sure why,
under the gauze-thin sash of sky offered
to us from the nearest rain-stained window.

I ignore the blue avenues, the aeon sun,
the odd red October leaf that waves
past in a whirlwind of flight and fury,
to focus on her outline spilling over edges
like the frantic pulse of an inapproachable dream.

I web her breath in a butterfly net
as she mussitates the letters to write
her spidery name, holding the pen
by its wings the way a surgeon sketches
on the body marking a place of incision.
With skilled precision she shows me
where the arrow would reach my heart.

From: http://literateur.com/three-poems-by-janette-ayachi/

Date: 2017

By: Janette Ayachi (1982- )