Yo come mariposas
Last week I ate a roost of butterflies against my will.
My mouth was closed, but they found a way in through my neural pathways when I saw you.
They took a deep dive into my bloodstream that flowed directly into my heart, jumped onto an airstream coming from my lungs and then settled into a chaotic circular rhythm in my central nervous system.
I can’t control them.
It doesn’t seem to matter if you are standing right in front of me or I close my eyes and see your face. That kaleidoscope of butterflies just keeps fluttering…