Papillon

Leaves are falling
On shorter days
That hold back
My body and my voice
I wanted to tell you
That I love you

Cocoon waking up
To the only scents
That I wait for
Deep in my dreams
Often
When my eyes light up
For a long time
On your white promises
Without seeing the trap
That dances

Dancing
Ephemeral butterfly
With glass wings
Trapped in the thread of your secrets

Butterfly that hopes
Just a little light
To dry its colors
In the fire of your desires

So strong is my fever
For you, so sweet
My prince
I've lost the words
I wish I could tell you
How much I love you

Or I imagine myself
Sometimes
Poor chrysalis
That drinks
The honey of your words
To open up
And leave the ground

Ephemeral butterfly
With glass wings
Trapped in the thread of your secrets

Butterfly that hopes
Just a little light
To dry its colors
In the fire of your desires