How To Sell A Pocket Razor

Butterfly.
rests on the back of my hand.
Ali whirling, flying two eyes,
fill the sky. A willow,
Tears cleanse the earth.
along a river flowing into your embrace I
, disturbs the mind.
winds of your breathing, screaming,
envelop the sky, white clouds
lead them away. Thoughts of
child.
is laborious bees. How
honey, dulcedo!
On a finger resting your smile. Why are butterfly
big eyes.