He gulped her down, craving her warm honeyed nectar.
Savoring her completely.
He was quick to come and quick to go.
A glimpse of wonder, here and vanished.
Indecisive and sporadic in his choosing.
Lustful, she grew tall and bright in his presence.
As if he were as soothing as the sun in the sky.
As breathtaking as the fiery hues of a sunset.
As divine as the rain that wets her pedals.
As nourishing as the soil gripping her roots.
He was stunning in all his glory.

Enthralled by his rarity, she awaited his return.
Surprising, and expectant.
Ravished by his notice.
A whisper full of life.
She felt desired… needed.
The only one sweet enough to be sought after.
But his hunger was momentary, gone before you see.
His hushed hums fade into the breeze.
Emerging only to satisfy his thirst.
Baring her hidden sweetness, she depleted.
Sucking her dry, he stole every last drop.

Her succulence satiating.
Every sip more bitter than the last.
Nauseated and overconsumed.
Apparent of his apathy, she wilted with disillusionment. 
Her leaves grew towards his feathered touch,
Drawing out in desperation.
Surrendering her essence, offering all she was.
Clinging to the moment as if it might be her last.
Gone, as sudden as a careless wind.
Her body wavered with his jarring exit.

His visits became sparse.
Only in times of parch and convenience.
She withered with his absence.
Sunshine skies turned to gloomy days.
Her pedals drooped heavy.
Disappointment clung to her, thick like morning dew.
She convinced herself she was enough.
Every sip robbing her of her self-worth.

Seasons changed.
And the feeling of his touch became less tangible.
Avoiding the shimmering glimpses that consumed her subconscious.
Left with only the ghost of sweetness to sedate her memories.
Sunlight and warmth became all that occupied her.
She grew beautiful and unbothered.
A lush cascade of vivid petals, full and pure.
Her healing scent attracted butterflies.
Gentle and giving.
They replenished her pollen.
Rejuvenating her beauty.
She blossomed.

In full bloom she waited.
Wistful and instinctive, she grew in his direction. 
Unsatisfied, the butterflies held no weight.
Soft, velvet kisses gone unregistered. 
Mistaking every delicate pulse and blowing gust for his return.
Brushed by silky wings, her heart fluttered.
Sparkling into sight, he came once more.
Inconsistent, and unexpected.
With enticing charm, he once again became her world.
Stunning in all his wickedness.

With intense ambivalence, she cautiously let him taste.
Opening herself, he pierced her fragile body.
Spilling her softness to the sky.
Catering to him with tragic infatuation.
His fleeting flame intoxicating.
She leaned into the familiar weight of him.
It was all she knew.
A gentle glimmer, now a fierce flare.
He tore into her.
Harsh and thoughtless.

His touch once delicate, now lay burden on her barren body.
Heavy on her longing heart. 
Ravenous, the more he is filled the less she is.
With his final swallow, he ripped away.
Stem shaken, her pedals curled with repulse.
Like the unforgiving winter, she froze with time.
Into the dirt, the color and life drained from her.
Her vibrant soul vanished, a dreams last breath.

If only she knew he'd be the death of her.
If only she knew of life without him.
If only she were in love with butterflies.

~ Alexandria