The butterfly
you told me to kiss
that rests on your lips
shattered wings beating
desperately against unworthy flesh
trampled legs kicking off flakes
of currish skin
creates blood between us
stronger than stars or dogma
stronger than philosophy or discharge
When the dust calms
the butterfly
becomes a caterpillar.
I swallow it
and kiss others
love resting safely
in the heart's cocoon.
Copyright (c) 2010 by Vincent John Ancona
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