butterfly bruise

a set of velvety curves

tapping its feet on a glistening slope

slowly dancing its chiseled path

leaving traces of midnight heat

amidst the hush of frost's embrace

the delicacy of hums

sounding like cantillation

of angel's descendants

enticing their long lost believers

digging claws into the loamy terrain

a droplet escapes the somber nimbus

leaving an enigmatic plague

in the recesses of one's skull

here I unveil the innermost echoes

"it was a bewitching agony"

you were mistaken about me

"forever and always,"
I murmured to you soothingly
yet we both know,
none of us are sensible to the certainty of time

what's the length of forever?
til I'm buried 6 feet underground while you mourn above me with delusive tears?
til you're slipping out of my sooty hand, sinking down and dissolving in the ocean?
til a war declared, we're choking on bullets and shattered to pieces by missiles?
til all of milky way is out of the orbit and crashing themselves, obliterating humankind?

or maybe, the length of forever is just a thoughtless period of time that you threw around while I begged you not to fall out of love yet?
maybe, forever was never that deep
and maybe, after all this time,
I was never truly, madly, deeply benevolent