Lighter than a coin
Tickle my fingertip
If it were to alight
Upon my point

Drifting aimless
Blustery winds
Tumultuous, feral
Wearing nothing but scales

Aching, tender
Shedding colour 
Under weight of shelter
Another's touch

Fleeting, painfully shy
Obscuring its beauty 
Soon as footsteps pass by
My heart, the butterfly.