swallowtail

I’ve never questioned 

the veracity of our love 

As real to me as the swallowtails who

Draw nectar from the pink flowers

In our yard

Their visit astonishes me

Despite the work we put in to 

Make the relationship viable

Phlox, catmint and dill

Assurance or trust I don’t know

But they come back every time

So why can’t I quiet the urge

To pin your wings under glass