Tasting Memories

I protected

the memory

of my heart

with the 

fabric

of you.

The moment

you covered

me,

the butterfly

dance began.

They 

felt your

life

breathing

back into

me.

Covering

me with

their

turquoise and

orange

wings. 

Tasting our

memories 

with their

feet.

As they

fluttered

they

whispered

to me not

to touch 

their majestic 

wings. 

For this

is how you

can damage

their dreams. 

Tasting each

memory 

and leaving tears 

on my skin,

they gently

flew away.

And so 

did you.