(ke 'I' th).........Imago

The cocoon burst too soon,
from a leaf-hung  grip I slipped,  
snatched as an adult,  
wet winged on a blighted breeze,  
flightless over summer gardens,  
color clinging to a sugar-stealers drift.  
He found me touching tips of coupled bliss,  
then left me to lay patterns on lush, low leaves.  
They will age as an idea of hunger  
while I sip moisture and dream of    
drinking nectar with the gods.