Hidden Pleasure....

feeling so light he floats

the feeling is
feathery

chickening out he hides himself
in his journal

a dark room where he projects himself
as a butterfly

black powder
with proboscis extending

longer than his
pants

he consumes what nectar is found
on that
flower of illusion

he knows this thing is only found here

this only thing that for the meantime
makes him a man

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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