Butter Fly wings <br />float near my face <br />and this softest breeze <br />reminds me of the way <br />your lips brush mine, <br /> <br />not touching <br />but close-by <br />fluttering; <br />. <br /> <br />gentle usherings <br />planting butter-fly kisses <br />on your red mouth <br /> <br />pursed <br />in the filtered sun. <br /> <br />Butter me, <br />Butter Fly me <br />and I will land <br />where softer souls gather <br />in butterfly-kissed <br />kaleidoscopic fields <br />close to home <br />where gentle hands <br />stroke my brow <br />whilst I inhale <br />eternity <br />kissing the face <br />of Love True.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butter-fly-wings/
