boy.

fresh scrubbed
soft lips
those fucking eyes

he knows he's got it
and how to use it
against me

doesn't want me to pull away
just not come too close
where is this invisible boundary
that we both want to cross

the natural way the butterfly is drawn
to the sweetest nectar
so are we
yet we fail to connect but for our eyes

I know your heart is heavy
and your mind befuddled
pulled towards the flame
yet fearful of the burn

one day you will see
what we have here is golden
prized
as long as the flower stays steady
and succumbs to the butterfly's taste