the person across from you
perhaps they see you beyond
what is written on you
when they speak
its honey, but not so smooth
a force to relive broken bones
the only way they’d mend
past a doubt, past bloodied thorns
you did as your body told you
as desire had shaped you, as clouded
metamorphose the rebirth
the cocoons hatch
the next time i
speak it’s beautiful and butterflies
of all colors rush
out of my mouth
now that i hear their
voice outside of my intestines
the song is precious
its a childhood lullaby