more than a bug

her gigantic size, matches mine in breadth, 

only surpasses me by her spreaded wings, belonging to the tiger tail kind

butterfly eyes compound surround, sees a hundred views of me, i think

her furry head, of soft silken threads protrude short and tickle

she lets me stroke her cheek, questions not my looks 

her tongue retracts, coiled against her chin

"my tongue," i said, "is short to speak, to play and eat

yours, a hollow tube with to feed, i see uncoils, can you speak?"

i felt a low emittance buzz my palm that rested on her head

she replied in telepathic form, "my tongue, is what you call my mouth,"

"it's truly made by God above by which to feed of flowers' nectar,

it coils for airborne travel from place to place

you are welcome on my back to ride"

i mounted on her thorax, the middle part of an insect's form

her fluorescent, yellowblack scales that comprise her majestic kind

adhered like down as they scattered by my handhold's grip 

to my face as i leaned against her breast to lift

i heard her softly beating heart, it stirred my own to love her

intrigued in rapture, the patterns of her wings, her eyes round protruding

geometric hexagonal spheres within reflecting iridescent light

her voice i heard within my heart just as before, soft and graceful filled 

"you may grasp me to hold yourself in safe, 

my antennae either one or both, you'll not offend me, it's okay, 

i'd rather die by beak of a hungry bird, 

than for you to fall on the rocks of where i take you"

"i wasn't sure what to do, you being a lady,

by my scruples, i'd rather not impose upon your private body parts"

i felt a surge of hormonal flows as a man's does go

in love with her, perhaps, how possible? 

impossible?

she sprung up in sudden flight, instant lift, a cushioned spring of release

like buoyant hot air balloon unleashed of tethered rope we lifted

higher with each graceful stroke of her transformed power i pondered,

from lowly caterpillar worm, chrysalis sleep, dormancy's repose

emerged to be, gift divine, enrapture man

 

flitting beauty to beautify, justify the eye, satisfy its need to see

to think that i ride its back, higher up than i've ever been into 

the baby blue of sky, her moving body pressed to mine

her wings in smooth tandem strokes 

the highest atmosphere surrounding earth below

the mountain lakes down on the ground, of brightest midnight blue

she flew me to the highest mountain,

like everest, but without the snow and ice

enshrouded with veiled wisps, of gossamer threads, of whitest clouds

she landed in a field of flowers 

that matched our size in growth 

upon the mountain slope

she picked the lavender one in color,

the one with 12 petals and scent of jasmine

uncoiled her tongue and began to feed 

me, transfixed in awe, 

the most wondrous thing i ever saw