what i catch today is a
flying kiss
like a white butterfly
departing from your
rose lips
now hovering to mine
i am tasting its feet
i am lipping its proboscis
i am embraced by its wings
so fragile
so pure is your love
so frail in the purity of its intentions
so sweet as nectar
so sweet is your kiss
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