how to grow a butterfly

In the morning you would sleep
Holding your blanket between your knees
And cocking your head to one side.
On that velvet pillow.
Cocooned in your foetal position,
Breathing only to remind me of your
Content satisfaction,
And reasuring power.

Unaware of my presence
All spent and last cigarette smoked
Your pride and passion,
No poisoned remains of our past
Winters fracarce, i watch as
The noxious swirls danced in
The light of the hedonistic moon.

you calm me as you held me softly to your chest.
Never seeing you so possessed,
So wild so challenged, as you
Drove deeper and deeper into bliss
And into my arms of love.
Making me shudder with
Excitement as we climbed
The heightened heights of this real experience.

Now it’s morning and shards of light enter
Through our curtains of silk
And cast glowing strands of
Dust filled light leading a silkend
rope bridge to my world dancing to the
dictates of yours,
As you uncurl your arms
I fold your shirt and stroke your hair.
And morning arrives to share
Its news of another magnificent
Birth to take flight, as the moment,
Our moment flew and filled the night
with passion:
And memories of changing seasons,
From a chrysalis to a butterfly
sent forth to pollinate mother nature.
and the glorious earth.