These Butterfly Kisses

THESE BUTTERFLY KISSES   I cannot tell what happened But I heard somebody telling me:   “They vanished in thin air” “My butterfly kisses are broken wings”   “I know no butterfly kisses” Yes! They told me like this: I am Petal from rosebud secondary, I know butterfly kisses that whispers to my lapels Drawling how irresistible My fragrance is, Realizing not I am being carried away to permanent bunk, Not reasoning. My reasons are these beautiful sterling waggish wings. These are severe hands and clubs against flesh, Designers tyre; attires to pregnant bellies. This was illusion to knack and knackers. “please give me a paper  and the pen so I can write about My life of sin” Dear Lillies : These butterfly kisses ain’t loyal. By:  Nosipho Madywabe Pen Name: Nosipho bleeding ink