Monarch Heart

there are layers

to these butterflies

lining my stomach

fluttering from my eyes.

floating

across the table

brushing your skin

one wing at a time

I begin to cocoon

into your thoughts

with my breath

compounding in my chest

making me realize the shift

of the heart's sound

with swift flight

from ground to sky

I'm in the midst of you

and all these butterflies.

09/2003