Helas! You mounted my walls
With the tongue of your feet
Wondering when will I open up to you
When will I blossom into this butterfly with
The black and gold wings
When will I see you as my king?
Our paths are narrow yet strong
Close enough to feel your heartbeat
I didn’t asked to be touched
But you’ve expressed your yearning openly
I turn away in fear
A man like you capable to love my femininity
Capable of seeing through my fishnet eyes
Last night I cuddled your name in my sleep
It kept me awake for hours
like eternity it spun around my ribs
I floated with the freshness of your breath
Yet I am still skeptical of this love you want me to lay with
I am not ashamed
Just afraid of the bruises
©2009 C. Delaleu
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