Butterflies & Hurricanes

The little creatures,
dainty in their nature,
flicked the walls of my stomach.
Softly, at first, but then more rapidly,
churning the remnants of my last meal.

Convict meeting the awaiting noose;
I approached you with caution.
The butterflies quickened, sensing your presence.
The adrenaline pounded through my veins with urgency.
Shivering, softly, as sweat cooled my back,
I willed myself to continue.

My eyes fluttered over your body,
desperate to absorb every detail,
to thrive and feed on later.
Rearranging my features into a wide smile,
I scrutinised your every reaction.
Waiting.

Waiting for the impending doom.
The smallest chink in the silver lining.
Waiting for you to realise,
realise that I don't deserve you.

But there you stood.
The creatures in my abdomen
knocked against the walls,
demanding to be free of their cage.

I had dreamed of this moment,
fantasising over glorious unions,
but as you took my hand,
the butterflies began their escape.

Not up my throat,
filling my chest with indescribable feelings.
Not out of my mouth,
fluttering inches from your wonder.
No, they carelessly charged through my veins,
my nerves, my bones, every part of my anatomy.
Growing in size, growing in strength
as I took your face in my hands.

In that unmeasurable moment,
the world was our own.
Time stood still for us.
The world stopped spinning for us.
Then, now and forever,
our feelings shall never be caged again.