Butterflies of a pair may be more than the daily share, but surfeit they are not for loneliness is only when hands are butterfly bare.
When their flight is at apsis far, wonders ponder if they will return, but when they hover at apsis near, anticipatory joy begins to burn.
Imponderabilia flutters through the synapses of mind: what draws essences of freedom to home themselves on wrists in a bind?
If an answer exists, perhaps it is a notion simple and true: altricial creations need a safe place to develop both purpose and courage before exploring destinations new. ; )