Blue Patterned Butterflies


Late April arrived with cool winds.
Your coy smile left me taunted.
Love’s religion, we write our own hymns. 
Every one of my dreams you haunted. 

Our fingers intertwined and palms met.
While the journey was quite a trek, 
Your silent comfort, I’ll never forget.
So I rest my cheek in the crook of your neck. 

Sweet syrup runs through my veins in your presence. 
Failing to dance in summer’s rain, a poetic bliss.
Every moment I spend counting the seconds
Until I see you, under the sun’s kiss. 

My stomach swells with blue patterned butterflies,
Every time I stare back into those sea green eyes. 
 
c

crisscross

NY

17 years old

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