can you see all the butterflies?
they are flittering around our heads,
they're changing colours with your moods,
from deep blues to passionate reds.
they lay an egg in my mouth,
and the caterpillar burrows it's way in,
envading the vast cavity inside my chest,
it's little cacoon it starts to spin.
the silk becomes one with my body,
it grows bigger and creates heat,
woven into my flesh it feels at home,
and then it starts to beat.
with a hiccup the butterfly escapes,
and changes colours as it goes,
it gave me something to call a heart,
from which my emotions can now flow...