Butterfly

Encased in an ever lasting sea of silk and wool,
waves fueled by the warmth of the lust in the room.
And as I trail my hands
along the endless island of your skin,
I feel the storms of bad habits you've endured
and the cracks
of your broken heart.
But as the waves calm, and the storm clears,
and you manage to force yourself out of the
trap doors of our silk cocoon,
to simply get a drink from the fridge.
You bloom.