Desiderium by S.M. Beal

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.