Why It Is Not Good to be a Small Brown Butterfly
A found poem from The Physiology of Love by Paolo Mantegazza and the book The Natural History of Love by Morton Hunt
Caressing fondly with their wings, they reach
The wing of one the other in a kiss.
The silk and velvet of each one will teach
Companion wings the meaning of such bliss
That creatures, nude yet clothed, know passion chaste
Because their love is for the only one,
The once and only creature loved in haste
Of summer sunlight. In the sky of sun
And ether, creatures two, alone they wait
On love alone above the earth where they
Learn love and air and light are consummate.
Just why can we not also love this way?
..Because our clothes come off and so we spy
….The truth, we ask then, “Who would want to fly?”