The Key To Butterflies Poem by MarinaRose Bongert

I used to think
the key to butterflies
was lost in sight.
Desire attached to lust
in how your eyes reflect soft light.

Manifesting my presence, your smile.
I had grown accustomed to wiping away
the drool from staring onto your skin.
Addicted to wanting you.

The embrace of our interconnected souls
shown otherwise.
An affectionate heart drew me
closer to your chest.

Your words nourish a
proof of what devotion is.
My lips connected by a string
to the syllables in
your late-night whispers.

I find a stronghold within the walls you've built
for our home
for our blossoming future.
I want you,
not just by skin,
but by mortality and fate,
and through everything, I can
and will
give to you.