drunk butterfly

You unrolled me

Like that old blanket

Nestled in your closet

Collecting dust.

Peeling layer upon layer

Pulling me apart

Raw—

Twisted

My soul that I swallowed

Ages ago, resting in

Your eyes

Of granite,

Calm.

Like sitting on a park bench

Sleepy

In that Saint’s Green

Where the diamond freckles

Of your eyes sparkle, and

Invite me to love again.