Interview with a Butterfly

I flutter about, from one to another

Then I see you from afar

I am attracted to your vibrant colour.

I hover for a brief moment

Then rest upon your newly opened bud.

I let the sun warm my weary wings

As I drink the sweet nectar of your expression

The pollen from another is sticky on my feet

I need to infuse you with these seeds

So you will reproduce and feed me once more

I wish I could be faithful to you only

But you know I have to kiss another to live.

So to remember me, my love

I leave a special gift for you

Underneath your tender green leaf

A gift endearing from my heart

I offer you a silken purse

Filled with faces just like mine.

© Sherry Irvine – January 11, 2011