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