A phantom drifted by to beset me with cold sweat
I thought I had let go of those feelings of regret
Tormented by the relic of the past who came to call
Apparently his memory was not erased at all
He sank his teeth into my neck and tasted my sweet blood
Turning my silk butterfly into a flower bud
Then crushing it the nectar flowed onto his surly tongue
And now that he has tasted me he feels that he has won
Image: Clitoria mariana or Butterfly-pea belongs to the Fabaceae family, and is a genus of flowering plants that are insect pollinated.
Posted on February 9, 2017, in Kay Salady Poetry, poetry, the poetry of kay salady, Uncategorized and tagged bud, butterfly, feelings, memory, nectar, past, sexual arousal, tasted, tongue. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.