To touch someone’s eyelashes with your own
up close to their face, now isn’t that silly?
I can just hear all the virile men groan. . .
Butterfly kisses with one’s date? Really?
To tell you the truth, I’d not even heard
of butterfly kisses until one fine day,
and I might even have found it absurd
had someone most special not kissed me that way!
But there was a boy one night that I chose
to go on a date with - a flirtatious tease.
He said, “Let’s rub noses and be Eskimos”
and playfully put my young self at ease.
And then he said, “Kiss me like a butterfly.”
I giggled when he drew his face close to mine.
Both our lashes were long, and on our first try
our lashes were kissing; was it divine?
I won’t lie and tell you it was complete bliss,
but soon in my stomach there strongly fluttered
new butterflies from our first full-mouth kiss,
and I sighed with every sweet word he uttered.
He said, “Close your eyes” and then kissed both of
my eyelids so tenderly how could I know
if it were anything other than love
and, madly, I wished he never would go.
With eyes now wide open, I mirrored the touch
of his hands like butterflies, wanting to trace
my every feature. His eyes said so much
as my hands caressed his own beautiful face!
His mouth on my neck, his breath at my ear,
his lips on my lips; I’d now tasted bliss!
What a boy from Quebec had taught me was clear:
Romance can take flight from a butterfly kiss.
For Gail Angel Doyle's Butterfly Kisses Poetry Contest