Ode to Vanessa my Red Butterfly :

Vanessa is

undoubtedly striking, my red butterfly.

Swiftly, their hands intertwine

flutter softly, their hearts patter—

My face as flush as a lacewing

Let's walk together over the shoulder,

The two huddle close

by the garden of roses.

Her smell dazes me,

Her voices as timid as a violin,

as I gaze at Vanessa’s allure.

She is both,

powerful and bewitching

the roses were merely clusters of scarlet peacock wings, peacocking

JUST for them.

His eyes had depth of mahogany.

His voice deep as a cello

She was caught admiring his skin,

the primary shade of red admiral wings.

Lovers dart their eyes to the sky,

HUNDREDS

of red butterflies wings

Like our hearts palpate,

beats per second—

Their only doubt

that stung like a nettle

Will this last, or have we settled ?

Only the sun,

can transform the sky:

Like a blend of watercolors

Shades of ruby, like lipstick

Sunrises,sunsets shines

On the wings of red butterflies