This boy

This boy, with eyes of blackest night.
Lashed feathered butterflies
That rest on his cheeks
Surprised me.

I seek nothing more than what is freely given
I want nothing more than honesty,
Thought; prior to the preponderance that leans it towards something, or against it.
Thought; as truthful as it comes

Rest your head on my chest.
Hear my heart breaking its cage.
That fury is you.

10-26-15