the one thing necessary

out of the blue

you appear, a fleeting flight

to flutter, then to light, to draw

the nectar that i am

your gentle probing stirs

something inside me

and though i cling, wantonly

to you

the seeds you carry forth

into some other field

i cannot know

your colors fade into the sun

and i am left

here in this growing season

ravished, and releasing

petals on the soil

and falling thankfully

(this too shall pass)

becoming fertile

earth to greet

your immaculate conception

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