The butterfly effect

The butterfly rest on my arm
Can its stubborn strength
save the world? 
Is it touching 
everyone and everything
With its butterfly effect.?

Or can it just save me?
From my desires. 
From my needs and lust.
From my loneliness and despair.
Like the warmth 
of a perfumed dreamed embrace 
In the cold darkness of night. 

Can it end the burning cauldron
Of intensity 
inside my wounded chest?
This aching 
This burning desire.
This smoldering fire.
This latent heat.
This lonely heart.

Sigh
Maybe it can
jude