I Am Rahab…Butterflies
By Silvanie Gilbert

I am Rahab. Through the windows of his soul, he pulls me in.

I roam freely through the corridors and many rooms of him.

There’s a flutter deep inside. He gives me butterflies.

The rapture of his gaze captures me.

His almond eyes see past my smile, not distracted by physical ways.

Instead, he sees into the heart of me, and to that, he lays claim.

They’re so many reasons why he gives me butterflies.

Mmm, that glow of melanin skin. How I wish that I can bathe in.

Oops, did I say that out loud? Must have been the butterflies…

The timbre of his voice moves me so.

It speaks to me through the still of night while the flutter inside me grows.

It says, “Pull up a chair, stay a while, till the kiss of dawn’s first light.”

My heart beats to the rhythm of the powdered wings. It is him; he gives me butterflies.

His beard leads me to lips on which my kiss will one day land.

Oh, that dimpled grin makes me weak. My knees tremble where I stand.

There’s no other place I’d rather be, than with the butterflies, him and me. We’ll grow old, yet love like new…because I am Rahab, too.