The Butterfly Dance

The Butterfly Dance

Clad in a virginal white negligee
With feathers on my slippers
And butterflies in my stomach
Not knowing what to expect
I step into the room

Strange, my new husband has gone to bed
As I shyly approach, he turns back the covers
And, with a gasp, I glimpse a bare, naked leg
Of all things
The butterflies flutter as I slide next to him

He hands me Jack Daniels “champagne”
With one touch to my lips, I know
I do not like amber “champagne”
And the butterflies cascade
In a dance of their own design

I cling tightly to my modesty
In billowing layers of white chiffon
Fully unprepared to be in bed
With dancing butterflies
And a new naked husband

With a promise found only in the heart
He embraces me in his arms
And with gentle kisses, assures me
I will love you for always and forever
And “the two become one” Gen 2:24