you are like
a brand new butterfly
the anchor tattoos
on your legs
weigh you down
in your cocoon
I catch brief
glimpses of you
on your lips
and in your sweet
sleepy expression
tangled in the
sheets next
to me
you hold the pain
of the past
in the clarity
of your eyes
but you look
away so quickly
like you're
afraid I
might see
through-
to the core of you
that sacred space
where you keep
your wings
furled around you
you're waiting
to fall
and I'm expecting
you to fly