This poem was written for someone who wanted a poem about infidelity.

She trapped a cocoon in a jar,
and pretended not to know, 
that what would hatch
would one day roam. 

With wings extended it raced 
with the rhythm of an anxious heart, 
It flew in search of something new. 
It found a garden of flowers,
and danced on every petal.  

Faithless creature of infidelity
It sought the nectar of another.  

The thirst was not content,
It moved on and sought another. 

Remorseless little creature,
once the thirst for new is done—
Its home to nestle in her arms. 

I wonder,
how long will she succumb to charms?