The Butterflies

How can I tell you 
to read our story 
in her eyes
When these verses 
are meant to be felt

My petalled kisses
satin soft
draped from shoulder
to nape as if silk 
swathed her form 

Butterflies escape her heart
taking flight 
in a silken swoon of sighs

Our passion 
stunning the heavens
into silence

As wave after wave 
of sensual verse
in unabridged chapters
was composed 
between the sheets
of our desire 

Our songs sung
deep into the night 
as if church bells 
were celebrating