you know that butterfly we saw,
to the case? the one so vibrantly blue that
even your mother who takes everything literally and got eyeliner tattoos to prove a point
it made the others look dusty and pressed,
mere textbook diagrams.
reminds me of the way your beauty works
the type that doesn’t make a heart race so much as
when you walked through my mislabeled door, that night when the moon was curvy as a woman’s hips
i realized that when people say love at first sight
what they really mean is love at first loss of sight
because i couldn’t tell you what color your shirt was or whether i was wearing mascara or not
you leaked for me,
droplets of your oceanic soul.
we touched in the ephemeral before we hugged on the dirty kitchen floor.
make me the flower you flutter through fields to drink from
and i promise you’ll never be empty.