When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?

Some days your mind floats like dandelions,
wandering aimlessly
on and on.

Like magic,
like dust,
like time you cannot touch–
you are lost in your universe
crushing dreams and unweaving expectations

Until suddenly,
gravity pulls you back
into your sheets.

Your eyes,
hostaged in reality,
come back in its consciousness

You wake up,
let a tear drop,
and feel bad for breathing.

intimacy is
intricate, the
closer I get the
more complex
the maze
becomes;
we are standing
still in a pool of
memories and
piranhas staring
and touching
and ignoring the
danger;
I want my heart
to be soft and
malleable in your
hands but your
callouses are rough
and my patience is
wearing thin;
will you let me be yours
will you let the pain
be mine?