Butterfly

Lying here late at night
wrapped in my cocoon of covers
We talked until dawn many times
then one night we discovered
Where talk can lead
when hearts do bleed
with wounds that run so deep
I had spoken of him
had been so broken
then into the wounds you did seep
You filled the holes
you mended me
Then came the night
you bended me
Filling me with all of you
a river ran through me onto you
A river of fire flowing
temperature rising as I fell
onto the floor
You fanned my passion
with your hand
& healed me with your growing sword
Desire that had built slowly
burst open one cold night
I lost my cocoon of covers
& the butterfly took flight.