Sonnet #28

Butterflies know the scent of one species
Pipevine Swallowtail seeks the Dutchman’s Pipe
Bassooning bloom and heart-shaped leaves
That scraggling, scrambling, climb to sky
To love is more than just another’s touch
It’s also where the eggs will stick and grow
There is no love without a world too much
for eyes and hands and feet to touch and know
Why do we stand exactly where we stand?
Why do we choose a secret place for kissing?
It takes a village to raise a child, woman and man
are not enough. It takes a sense of  destiny
a scene, a story, vistas. Butterflies know love
Includes a vine, flowers, sunlight to move

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