Butterfly

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!!!