the window to my soul
never closes
i await the butterflies of love
to float in a kiss my face
flurry around
looking beautiful
wings spread
allowing me to catch it
hold it
be hypnotized
and mesmerized
by the flurry of its wings
while
i try
to screen
out
the mesquitos of lust
that leaves marks
bumps
and bruises
of being misused
misguided
into something beautiful
on my arm
all the while sucking me dry
where's the repellant that i need
to keep the bugs of lust
lies
truths withheld
and not told
that comes in the form of
bugs,
insects,
rodents,
new and old..

where's my butterfly.......