My Dragonfly ©

Daylight ate you
then you were gone.
Your passion, soft now,
a shimmering image
of fragmented mysteries
still warm in our silken nest.
At dawn, you burst
our metamorphic cocoon
aimless, wings flexed
you flew into oblivion.
Your perfume soaking the air
nameless yet familiar,
a fleeting memory of my stranger,
my dragonfly in flight.