X marks the spot,

The dot under which lies

The heart of the dragonfly.

The beauty of the geometry, 

From abdomen to thorax:

Breka koax koax koax.

How many linear dactylic hexameters

Might it take to change a lightbulb?

How many to convince you

That the beauty entrained in the flower exists

Because of the iambic pentameters 

Consistent in its DNA?

Why does so many a poem of love 

Contain the gifting of petioles,

Stamens and pistils,

And bees?

The frequency of love is in the air.

The resistant strain of “I’m happy to be here”

Keeps singing in the hidden tracks,

The ones forgotten backstage and/or lying alone

On the cutting room floor.

But magically, they reform in the night,

While elves make shoes and starlight offers life to unborn babes.

And even knaves who cannot learn

Will burn and yearn 

For the sacred geometry of love and sex

And long to merge into something bigger than ourselves,

If only you give us time.

Rhyme wins.

It casts its heavenly spell.

It tells, like time,

And enters in where angels fear to tread.

So bed ye down

Amongst your satin and velvet gowns and sheets.

Dream of meeting your beloved in the air,

Then let your loving heart beat out a rhythmic frequency 

That beckons forth your very own match,

The dragonfly/butterfly effect known affectionately as our 

Better half, our happiness, our very gracious and kind,

“I’m Happy To Be Here Conscious-ness and Bliss.”

-jenn