Dream

Composite eyes stare out
From beneath spider leg eyebrows,
A web-bound fly woven
Into the chrysalis of café society
Ever watchful of those who pass by,
Of the summer swarm.

You see them, the promenaders,
Larval flesh wriggling in the sun,
Baiting you with their kaleidoscope colours
While your own metamorphosis burns you red
And all you can do is dream
Of butterfly wings.