This poem comes from my untitled series about love, sex and relationships. While it doesn’t quite fit what I’m doing with the other poems in the series, it’s a counterbalance of sorts and will represent either a change or break in the poems. To be honest, I’m not sure I love the poem as much as the person it’s about, but when my critiquing buddy of ten years tells me it’s one of her favorites, I listen. As always critiques are welcome.
The Last Man
Your love fluttered into my life;
a butterfly riding a gentle breeze
into the palm of my hand,
tickling and tempting
sweet and rare and beautiful
as the man I came to know.
by Michelle Beltano Curtis
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