Caterpillar

 There was passion, oh there was

Passion fruit seeds

Tasted, licked, sucked dry  

Then kissed and placed in the soil to grow 

Passion grows so fast, so fast

Little pointy leaves sprouting from the dirt

Spreading its arms and wings over the fence

Fancy green, bright under the sun

Nature needs nurture

Only three days without water 

And the leaves were humbled by abandonment

The girl apologized and the gardener took over

Close call, it was 

And the passion grew bigger, faster

Afraid of losing itself

“Maybe if there is more of me there will be more to love”

Fear is a great fertilizer 

And so is manure

Passion grew under the shit thrown over it’s roots 

“There will be more of me to love“

Passion covered every inch and bit of the fence

They could hardly see any “out” 

And said it was a nice shade from the light

But they missed the sunny sky…

There is too much of me now

But I grew so big only so I could fit their love

In my embrace, so big

So they could see me too

And there came the butterflies 

So big and pure 

Kissing my leaves 

In a watery dance

They said they loved me, they needed me 

That they’ve never seen leaves as green as mine

Never felt so loved before

And they called me home

One day I woke up to this tiny little voice

It said it loved me, it needed me 

That they have never seen leaves as green as mine

Never felt so loved before

Oh I loved it back

This little thing growing on me

I loved it so much it hurt

So much I did not see it eating me alive

The next day, oh more love

So much love, tens of them

Tons of them 

Devouring me bare

They would eat and grow 

Then wobble all the way up 

So full of me they could hardly stand

Wasn’t I home? 

Up in the sky, in their cocoon

There was only silence 

Not a word for me 

No more love for me

They would eat me whole

And leave me bare

Dry vines on a savaged fence

They could see the sky again

She caressed me

Lost in the butterflies and caterpillars 

I forgot about her

And her caring hands

She took the scary gardener scissors 

And I cried when she cut me short

Oh, my long arms and wings

They were no longer there to hold the fence up

Did she despise me? Would she dispose of me? I asked in silence with a tear 

But the witch could read minds and talk to walls

Of course she would hear me as well 

She said “just wait”

“You see, your leaves are gone

But your roots remain strong 

I know it hurts, oh I do 

But in order to live, you must leave the dried glories of the past”

“You no longer had leaves

Love ate you bare, to the bone

So like the gecko

You must let go of what is dead”

“Then you can grow again

To see the butterflies”

I shed a silent tear

For I might never bear passion fruits

But a little green leave was born from my stump

On the same day a beautifully winged witch teared her cocoon open

And flew into the sky

Saying she loved me

And calling me home