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.
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