Butterflies In Motion:

They dangle in the darkness
And illuminate in bright neon,
Sprinkled with hints of glitter
My nervous butterflies of paean.

They flap their wings of wonder
Nearly a million beats a second,
With each one tickling my fancy
In anticipation of your presence.

They poke me and they tug upon
My heart and all it's love strings,
A stomach full of painted ladies
Each one bouncing like a spring.