I See You

You are the delicate butterfly
Wings of gold and crystal moonlight
fluttering like anticipation through the heart
And I… 
I have grown vines
Vines of white and crimson flowers
draping out across my eyelids
resting gently atop my cheeks like lost, despondent lashes falling from their home.
Will you cling to me and feed from my very sight of you? 
Or will you drift
Warily
From the rush of translucent breath that has escaped my empty eye sockets
You are, after all, the delicate butterfly