Whatever We Are Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

This thing we've got,
Ties my stomach in a knot.
It's like a caterpillar entering the warm womb of a cocoon ready to bloom.
I've got room in my heart,
Can you see the space in my eyes
Where your butterfly can float with
No lies to scorch your wings?
I could sing, you make me smile so wide
I'm baptized with new lines
To dropp to paper from mind.
And alive!
How alive am I, that the bellowing sigh
Of breezes lift below the arms
And I fly!