butterfly fangs

and to think
that the butterfly fangs could suck like that
that murky november,
shark smiles and iridescence
that I no longer remember.

above silken water ripples
glisten innocent giggles
clouds that float;
heaviness that sinks;
broken melting wings

in birth / in love / in life
cycles of
pus slime and goo, innocence
lies
in broken cocoons.