Butterfly, butterfly

The world is burning inside a chest

Though covered with ironic, dusty chains.

It glitters with golden tears of blood

Created by the core’s inclining pain  
-  Lust cannot be put to rest.

Blood streams through pumping veins

Around the body with fluttering haste.

Captured from a head - jolted in the soul

Exploring more by every aching quake
-  Staying until only a heart remains.

The body quivers from physical energy

While haunted by an awkward smile.

Pimples deep as the sunset glow

Ensuring the twinge worth the while
-  And doing it most tenderly.

Your enchantment works as heavy sedation

Like the white bright stars to a lonely moon.

Let the caterpillar escape its captivity

And love life this one scarlet afternoon
-  To free me of my secret adoration.