if i close my eyes, your fingertips still move like
hot wet summer rain
trickling down my arms, in my mouth, like the sweetest kiss
hold my breath and imagine myself there
where the night clung to our skin, closing us in
the twin caterpillars we were,
waiting for the chrysalis to erupt
so we could spill free into a world of breathy white-hot sunshine
and let the wind tickle our wings as we flew
spiraling around and around
dizzy with new freedom
we'd be butterflies ourselves,
and fly up to heaven so we could chase angels through the clouds