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