THE BUTTERFLY 2
I lit a timid candle
Just to see your eyes.
I knew they shone stronger than my thoughts,
my everyday resurrection.
I smoked a cherry cigarette
just to remember your sweet lips
on my butterfly shoulder,
on my always questioning eyes,
on my ever doubting mouth.
I sipped the last drop of solitude
It tasted bitter and addictive
Like a butterfly that lost its left wing
Just to hope the right one will hold you… soon.