Curiosity's Possession

Without fencing, she tended her vegetable garden. An openness rested in an unknown place. A fragrant, floral scent rendered her pardon, as well as a monarch butterfly's chase. His wings so free, a challenge for seizing, her legs took off beyond the unexplored. He held a flower for a moment, self pleasing, Her forward leap was a successful afford. For a moment she held this forbidden treasure pressed betwixt twig-like fingers. Though only her own, not a mutual pleasure, a moment's wispy flutters in her palm still lingers. She longed to bottle him, a living possession, but eagerness squeezed her childlike dream. A chrysalis no longer, no cocoon impression, but powderlike flakes devoid of a scream. Her treasure dissolved, her heart partly broken, though the air holds another butterfly. She retraced her steps, each flower a token of curiosity's feat and feet gone awry.