Aloft on the Tropopause
I discover my glitter
Gold and Blue
Red and black
The crushed dust and
Gossamer feathers
O’ these weathered wings
Jumped rosebud, aster,
and Little Leaf lilac
Through the circadian stratosphere
and thermal lift
Feather dust and fatal glitter
Colors crushed against my wings
Picked cleanly by yet another lover
One whose seductive skills
led me to believe we were alike
From sticky nothing egg
She became pupae
Eating of my leaves
Eating
Eating
Gorged and odd
So full of me
She became chrysalis
Cocooned herself
Away from me
Hardened
And changing
Changing where I could not see
Only to emerge as glorious
Grandiose and Gorgeous!
Butterfly!!!
Unaffected by my love
Flit away to pollinate
To inspire
Mate and mate and mate
Flower upon flower
If I'd only been a mantis
She’d have merely eaten my head
Instead, a Butterfly she was
And crushed my wings instead
I am mad at myself, truly
Mad at myself
for trusting another one
Believing the Butterfly
And letting her in
Again
They are all but butterflies
each many creatures
Egg, larvae, cocoon, and beast!
Watch out for open Springtime sky
Stave off your lust for pollen true
Behold my crushed wings
and fallen color dust
Once more
Beware the Butterfly