Earthworm Butterly - My Type

My type?

Earthworm Butterfly

down to earth...
but born with wings.

delicate...
mud-manicured fingers,
manifesting earth tones
out of Pantone dreams.

wet clay fragility...
storm withstanding wings.

love(heart) like a sand-swept shore.

she burrows deep...
to breathe through her skin,
recycles death...
and rises clean.

digging through roots
or lifting her wings

she rules the depths...
but must escape the weight of her own doubt...

to meet my lips in the sky.

Oh, butterfly... fly!