In such a way it should be contraband
Her heart & soul fluttered heavenly south,
As a butterfly's wing kissed her hand
& then her cheek, & then her open, mouth
Taking little bites & long drawn out sips
It was then all she could do to resist.
Like a fallen nest exposed, her own, lips
She then coiled around him like moonlit mist
Where she pressed firmly against his naked chest
He squirmed inside an outward-flowing tide.
All inhabitations now dispossessed
He hears her heart crackling electrified
Hearing hallelujahs then, then amen!
He presses forward & kisses her once again.
Kissing a Butterfly (A comment on Kissed By A Butterfly's Wing by Mark Heathcote) To kiss the enchanting living and flying colors, Spring as a colorful flower with enchanting odors, Not only the joys of life, share her pains, Not only bright cleanliness, share her stains, If not flowers grow wings to fly in the showers Be a butterfly follow her in the lovely flowers, And then hiding in the dense green leaves, The two butterflies may be naughty thieves, Stealing love from each other in the covering rains, The heaven when sends clouds to wash the stains. (Thanks Mark Heathcote for inspiring me to write a poem)
I love it nice poem & I love it when that happens my friend, many times my comments on a poem have become poems and as like you I shared them. Thank you, Akhtar, it's much appreciated. :)
In such a way it should be contraband Her heart & soul fluttered heavenly south, Kissed by a butterfly's wing her hand & then her cheek, & then her open, mouth Taking little bites & long drawn out sips It was then all she could do to resist The flow, meaning, everything you express very well. thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fascinating image to be lost lost in, wonderful poem of a gentle kiss! Thank you for share, loved them!
Much appreciated Elena, thank you :)