Irish_Pheonix
there are layers
to these butterflies
lining my stomach
fluttering from my eyes.
floating
across the table
brushing your skin
one wing at a time
I begin to cocoon
into your thoughts
with my breath
compounding in my chest
making me realize the shift
of the heart's sound
with swift flight
from ground to sky
I'm in the midst of you
and all these butterflies.
09/2003