Dance of the Fans

On the edge of a field
in the shadow of a wood
an exotic dancer
is manipulating two fans
so artfully she becomes
invisible, for it is
a pair of spicebush butterflies
black as sheer silk lingerie
with blue dots along the wings
delicate as a string
of sapphire beads,
dancing in whirlings
in such great swoopings
in close pas de deux
so intimate and unguarded,
dancing not for me
but solely for themselves.