for love of butterflies

In order to love
I have
surrendered the part of myself
with the softest and most delicate

A simple touch will bruise and
if the nails are sharp they can
tear it apart.

Mine is 
a prayer
whispered quietly into
mirrored hands.

Yours is
an explosive
bursting with the potential to
scatter me. 


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