you and i.
they will never see
the butterfly still in a cocoon
wrapped in leaflife gauze
waiting for emergence
we will flap our wings
as sparkly as the dollars
i laid on the table
the ones that will
never buy her love
your words are worth
more than a million
i wait for them
as i give in
my weakness played out
in dance songs
and dried out chicken
and antigay remarks
i find myself putting in place
i wait and sing songs
the lyrics haunting every breath
and i feel the flutter
i feel the flutter
your lashes upon my lashes
and it is beauty
she will never see
still wrapped in the cocoon
the one she can’t escape
that makes her
the person who hates
the you and i
i so. love.
