A butterfly stands on a flower
Seconds to us but for her hours
She pecks, & dances, & swings & turns
Trying to douse a fire that burns
Deep down within her being
She cries for deliverance
A few moments of pleasure
To justify her occurrence
An act of pure lust
A grinding jest
Funny for some
But in that, her whole world
When she comes
Her purpose is done
The climax of her life
The moment is gone
She flies away into the sky
I wish I were a butterfly!!!