"isn't that something you want?" she asked. "no" i replied. "what i desire cannot be given. only by providence can that which is unattached be realized and only by letting go can it be integrated." "well then...", she said with a smile, "...perhaps it's time, hmmm?" and at that she folded in on herself over and over like complex origami until she became a butterfly.
then she fluttered into my chest and took root in my heart like a seed.
she grows there now like a low moon lover bathing in moonshine, dripping in starlight, changing in the glow.