Desiderium
i wish to origami
myself into a paper butterfly–
smaller, smaller–until i can
fit inside
the gaps between your ribs
until i can perch on
your lungs and nestle
within your pulsing
body
unfurl myself only
as a ribbon that cradles
our hands
with whispers of fire
when our minds can blaze
and our skulls can crack
and our bones
collapse in
a coffin
we chose
to share.
Well done