Butterflies

I want to hold your hand and see

Is it cracked and dry like mine from

Steam

Does it smell of coffee and cream

Sour milk stained cotton

Chocolate worn like a second skin

I want to strip back each layer of sweet mess and

Lunch time stress

I want more than a five minute overlapping shift

I want to wash your hair

And soak your skin

Then drain away the day’s detritus

Dance and spin and laugh and sing

With Aretha there to guide us

I want to break open the cold glass cases

And swallow the butterflies that rest there

Instead of gazing at their sleeping forms

And donating some new ones

I want to know your every nuance

I want you to want me to.

A girl who writes

Ellie Goulding had the right idea but you should be the artist

Even Wonder Woman was made of clay

You shot my heart like Artemis

While you rode away you are a modern Parthian

Aphrodite is your protégé in the Classic Pantheon

Grist got the gist with a girl who reads

But really that’s like saying a girl who breathes

When you can’t be Hermione but you can be J.K

Making hearts go manic with your magic’s the best way

When you open your mouth and your soul goes press play

My heart goes Bill and Ted no to yes way

So whether it’s books, plays, poems, songs, prose or an essay

I will praise you for laying down letters

Cos you’re making me better

At this

And when I tell my kids how I met their mother

I’ll say we were on the same page

As each other