i have a thing for butterflies -
they were tattooed across my skin
when i left my mother's womb.
they rest between my ribs
and the hollow of my throat
i was kissed with colors before i was born.
you were kissed by h a p p i n e s s
and embraced by Eden -
so you could find refuge
in the color under my skin.
instead of a heart,
my blood beats with butterfly wings.
and they glow when i smile
or when my cheeks forget to blush.
in the place of the heart the butterflies took away.
so your smile-stained lips,
and my butterfly-tattooed skin
met under despair
when it was well
and every time you tell
anyone that i'm yours
the spaces between my ribs g l o w
with the timid smiles