Curiosity's Possession
Without fencing, she tended her vegetable garden.
An openness rested in an unknown place.
A fragrant, floral scent rendered her pardon,
as well as a monarch butterfly's chase.
His wings so free, a challenge for seizing,
her legs took off beyond the unexplored.
He held a flower for a moment, self pleasing,
Her forward leap was a successful afford.
For a moment she held this forbidden treasure
pressed betwixt twig-like fingers.
Though only her own, not a mutual pleasure,
a moment's wispy flutters in her palm still lingers.
She longed to bottle him, a living possession,
but eagerness squeezed her childlike dream.
A chrysalis no longer, no cocoon impression,
but powderlike flakes devoid of a scream.
Her treasure dissolved, her heart partly broken,
though the air holds another butterfly.
She retraced her steps, each flower a token
of curiosity's feat and feet gone awry.
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