Sun Beetle

Tell me, my dear,   why      you keep

that golden sun beetle      tied so       tightly around your neck?

You say       that you feel naked without it, as

                       it hangs gently

    over your breasts.

                     But let me tell you something.

I feel naked without you wrapped around my neck.

                  I am totally and completely exposed without your love

   to shield me from the night.

But your arms are not a ribbon.

                              I cannot keep you on

a leash.

         Nor do I want to.

Darling, you are           the most valuable thing in the universe            to me.

And because             you mean so much,                     I must let you fly free.

I cannot keep you tied around my neck like the scarab on yours.

I can only hope that you'd willingly hang around