I wish we could have met

under different circumstances.

I could have given you more,

returned your advances

with tenderness;

Perhaps on a summer night

with a round refulgent moon,

I know you would have loved that.

Our brief encounter

And that intimate time

we spent together,

the closeness of our bodies,

the whisperings,

the frenzy,

Soon to end.

We sat together in that waiting room

Your departure imminent.

The roar was deafening and final

As they sucked you from my ear,

Those peering doctors

and I saw you for the first time

An explosion of wing tissue and

olive oil in a glass pipette.

Your brown torso on the nozzle

like a battered rugby ball.

Lepidopterectomy!

 

I never knew your name;

Perhaps I'll have your babies.