Craneflies

What if we, like the cranefly,

Only last another day?

Who will be around to say

That we were here?

So, then, let’s just hang around

With our legs all upside down.

If all the blood goes to our heads,

It might be better.

For if we go to bed together, 

We may mate for life.

And if we propagate,

Then our seeds,

Our descendant craneflies, 

Might live eternally,

Telling all the common world 

Our privy secret,

The rich, rare, very uncommon,

Extraordinary love we’ve found to share.

-jenn