KISS OF A BUTTERFLY

KISS OF A BUTTERFLY

A groom he is, to the flowers

Kitted in his nuptial robe

Gallivanting with lease of life

In morning and evening promenade.

He leaps from one petal to the other

Led by the tantalizing scent of the nectar

That drips from the petals

Of the ravishing daisies, adorning the field.

His pretentious kiss, is all but a charade

A kiss it is not, but a lull

His long proboscis, a siphon it is

That he uses to drain his bride

Leaving her dehydrated and dejected

Could he be a traitor?

The kiss of a butterfly, a lull it is

Like the Greeks bearing gifts

To ensnare his prey

And get his meal for the day.