An Empty Cocoon

My eyes taste your DNA As you breakthrough to a new day Then, like a beautiful thought Your mesmerising presence floats I’m sure man was made from your rips! How else is he able to fit through your hips? Yes, creation put him as the head But you flower his bed long after he’s dead You’re in every picture of a beautiful day Every stunning feature of a world otherwise grey I entre every morning through your eyes I live each day through your never ending tries I cry and I smile through your flawless face I fly to my dreams on your wing into outer space I exist in the mists of your long tentacles You bear a beauty spot from whence love sprinkles When you leave this home is an empty cocoon When you’re home it’s a full tablespoon Nature doesn’t allow you enough time to nest Because such beauty mother cannot afford to rest Thabang J. Ngoma SKAT A ‘s For Men Only (WOULD YOU, COULD YOU) Write About Butterflies - Poetry Contest