Are you following me ?
Or don’t you have a home?
Or is that home I speak of  is anywhere I go ?

You see I was lying here so peacefully  untill an hour or so ago,
When  you landed on my hand my arm my head , my toe , just
like you had no where else  to go .

So there you lay tired and worn  from all you that you have done ,
for in the grand scheme of things I’m glad our romance has begun.

For if you weren’t resting there  before my very sight ,
at least I wouldn’t of had you to think about ,
as I said goodnight .,

Can’t  you rest your tiny wings a while,
so let me think of you ?
For unlike all the other insects that sworm and bite and sting ,
you’re the prettiest of them all my blue bottled beautiful ,
elegant thing .