Butter Fly Wings Poem by Lonnie Hicks

Butter Fly wings
float near my face
and this softest breeze
reminds me of the way
your lips brush mine,

not touching
but close-by
fluttering;
.

gentle usherings
planting butter-fly kisses
on your red mouth

pursed
in the filtered sun.

Butter me,
Butter Fly me
and I will land
where softer souls gather
in butterfly-kissed
kaleidoscopic fields
close to home
where gentle hands
stroke my brow
whilst I inhale
eternity
kissing the face
of Love True.