>¡<

like a cygnet
i await the
lilly strewn liquid
of your love
where i can lap my
feet luxuriously
in your
idyll

>¡<

like a patch of soil
i await your root and seed
harrowed by your hands
turned under by your
undulating plows

>¡<

like an old shoe
i wait to cradle your heel
in comfort, and give you
the freedom to
point
a
toe

>¡<

like these things
i am not
comely
but like a
caterpillar
i await your
cocoon of carelessly
crumpled sheets
to preform my
metamorphosis
into the beautiful
Blue Mountain Swallowtail
you always knew

i could be*


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/6/2016