A Canticle Of Utmost Sincerity, With Rhyme Poem by Shelby Barker

He is each flutter in my chest,
melting into my pores to become
Alate inside of me, spreading his nest
down to my fingertips' vibrating hum;
Conciliate me he easily did
from the first buss him to me;
The ethereal taste of his butterfly lips
brought a shake to my hummingbird knees;
He is the warmth that sent my doubts flying
Out of my tangled sham of a heart
to prove that love is like undying
After losing and getting scarred;
He is each tingle, he is each lust.
He has taught me to fly, and he has taught me to trust.