*Butterfly Kisses*

There used to be something

Old mothers would teach to their children

Eyelashes fluttering silently

A thrill of shivers

Their children would grow

And teach it to their lovers

Tell me, do you even know

Where its name came from?

I the butterfly

Would perch upon a flower

My wings a sight to behold

In the light of the morning sun

The farmboy knelt in the grass beside me

Proposed to his one true love

She accepted his most generous offer

When he stood she held him close

"Hold still, this wont hurt,"

She observed my tremerous flutters

Copycatting like all humans do

She kissed him with her eyes

They danced beneath the jealous sky

Wanting her blue eyes

To kiss the farmboy

Butterfly kisses

*

 

The End

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