Metamorphosis

Swathed in softened skin,
a snug, solid chrysalis.
Eyes open,
but blind in decadent indulgence,
seeing nothing
but thistle, hibiscus,
lavender, magenta.
Heavy ardor,
lips like subdued sunlight
skimming over fevered skin,
blooming in its beauteous light.
Gentle hands carefully caress
the antiquated caterpillar cocooned within.
Sustaining succor
pours through pouting lips,
uniting two in tremulous transformation.
Metamorphosis.
Layers peel away like rose petals,
lifting the veil
on burgeoning creation.
Awaking from the dormancy of Morpheus,
creatures arise anew.
Unfurling opalescent wings,
fragile and trembling
on the precipice of shattering.
Joining hands,
serenely smiling,
safe, secure, we soar.

For Katherine, my greatest muse and inspiration. 28 lines.