and so we were born
from a cocoon’s warm embrace,
free to flutter out and about 
among the butterfly garden.
our sweet nectar glazed wings 
basking in sun,
the same one which hangs over 
our faraway homes.

i was so moved by the howl 
of a well-loved piano,
while we laid stone over stone 
of this new moving castle
to be marveled along 
one day’s European travels,  
like the backdrop of a movie 
that remains to be seen.

i swear falling for him 
feels perpetually in fashion,
a line not out of style 
come the subsequent season,
as precious as cashmere, 
as silk, 
as the fiber of God
and as priceless as his name
as it rolls off my tongue.

just for him, i’ll forego 
chance’s cocoa butter kisses.
i much prefer the spice 
of his fierce burning fire.
it makes me melt into a pool 
as deep and as rich
as those espresso colored eyes 
i so willingly drink.