I Shall Be a Flower 22: Prophet – Temptation Language

Just like Jonah with his language of fear
Who saved the people of Nineveh
From death,
 
The flower whose prior life was a butterfly,
Groping for the memory of flying
And loading its language of temptation on the pollen,
Flies it through the wind of the early summer.
The butterfly whose prior life was a flower,
Refreshing the memory of its root,
And accepting the destiny as it is….
 
Just like believers who reached
The illusion of salvation with priests’ language of threat,
Just like Mary Magdalene
Who saw a phantom of resurrected Jesus,
My lover is at my feet.
 
Every single word by word
Becomes a temptation and covers the garden,
Just like a prophet standing tall on the Athens plaza,
The flower consumed by fear,
Driving its root deep….

I Shall Be a Flower 22: Lazarus, Come Out!

She is lying in her coffin.
Jesus’ voice might be for her?
“Wake up! Do not fall into temptation by a clumsy wolf.”
Nah, his voice could be for me,
which would be a plea to my heart
that is pounding not because of Jesus
who is hanging on the cross behind the altar,
but because of the butterfly’s creamy wrist,
which is drawn to the flower’s scent.
 
It is I who is lying in the coffin.
“She will entrust you with her shiny wrist.”
Jesus’ words have come true.
Being drawn to flower’s back view
the butterfly that sprints to the flower
will entrust only its hands?
 
Lazarus who never comes out.
Right. Rather dream about honey and milk
In the tomb than comes out and die again.
I, who haven’t caught her signal,
maybe really is dead?
I think I hear Jesus’ desperate voice.

I Shall Be a Flower 21: Drunken Butterfly

That butterfly drinks cheap wine
and its wings are dyed reddish.
The flower deep in desire is peeping
at its stealthy flapping.
Unless this is not a flower garden,
if I am the only flower,
The floundering butterfly would have
flown to me.  Wait on!
You are rooted shallow yet.
I am afraid the flower might be uprooted
with just a little pull of the petal.
Even though the root is too deep and
can reach the other side of the Earth,
a flower should never move.
Would it give up being a flower
because of reddish wings of the butterfly?

I Shall Be a Flower 20: A Samaritan Woman

I wonder why she’s become a Samaritan woman.
The man sitting by her is her husband.
She doesn’t seem to have gone through many men.
Well, nobody knows, though.
Just like a doe wandering about in the mountains looking for clear water,
she might have been trying to find a man who can cool down her burning heart.
That’s why she comes in here every Sunday
And throws up sizzling eyes to Jesus on the cross,
Like a woman hanging around the well,
Even though her husband has been with her all the time.
However, how Jesus without body can take woman’s volcano?
If she is a Samaritan woman, I would be Jesus.
I should become her Savior who provides never-dried spring water.
If I had a power like that of Jesus,
I would fall to Satan’s temptation that let me make a bread out of stone.
Since it looks like I don’t have that kind of charisma,
It would be just a passing wind.
I hope not.

I Shall Be a Flower 19: Dulcinea

Perhaps I am just another Don Quixote.
Then, most likely, that butterfly-like flower,
Beating the air with its awkward wings,
Hovering around over me, is another Dulcinea?
Even with her punctured stocking,
She is just a beautiful princess to me.
She may be a queen under a spell,
Whom I have to save. I shouldn’t let her
Come near me, but should just let her scent
Graze my nose, so that I could save her
Or not from the witch through blood battle.
No, I am not Don Quixote,
Then she is not Dulcinea.
She, hiding her cruel sexual desire
Behind the thick mask called faith,
Is just one of women strewn
All over this world.
Well, I am the Excalibur
That could pierce her impenetrable mask,
Which is my fantasy.
Just like this, she is still my Dulcinea.

I Shall Be a Flower 18: I Miss You

I hear you guys are close.  True?
What is ‘A man and a woman are close’?
Do I feel jealousy in her tone?
Close? Not at all.
I don’t look like I am lying,
but where is my hidden smile coming from?
Suddenly I miss her
who’s not in front of my eyes.
I miss you dearly.
Come quickly.
A joke-like outcry thrown in public.
A pollen flown awkwardly before Spring has come.
As women’s suspicious glances become the spring breeze
and makes my heart pounding,
this flower will root deeper?

I Shall Be a Flower 16: Blue Jean

You are wearing blue jean.
So what? Even homeless man wears it.
Right!  This is a beacon fire.
Something is coming or
Just a door-knocking sound.
If the fire comes down the mountain
And swoop on me,
Then I would become a burning bush
Seducing old Moses.
Struggling to climb to the top of the mountain
Might make you uprooted so
Just stay put and wait for
A young butterfly
With lots of dreams
Coming and be trapped
By its own snare.
That butterfly would be circling around
With Armani in its mouth?
Because I should be a flower.