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Butterfly Kisses

May 31, 2011
By DeePiper PLATINUM, Gainesville, Texas
DeePiper PLATINUM, Gainesville, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"Poetry flows. Right from my heart, to the paper. The best poems create themselves within your heart, and your mind...well, the mind interprets them... See, think of your heart as the artist, and your mind as the audience... get it?"

Butterflies confined
to the small spaces in my belly
cramped and dark
knotted ropes
that gag my lungs
limiting my space
and stealing my breath.
Trembling bare
the moonlight becomes you
swallowing you whole
to fuze you and I
as one in the dark.
One that quiets the beat
of the butterfly wings
that float up my throat
to flutter upon my lips.

The author's comments:
The nervousness of a first can be explained in a million ways. I wrote this poem about a kiss; under the cover of night, the moon like a spotlight on the two of us. Although it wasn't my first kiss, it felt like it was. The butterflies in my belly, throat so dry I could barely breathe, and hands shaking so hard I almost wanted to laugh at myself. Instead, I noted each feeling and tucked them away, indulging the gentle brushes of those butterfly kisses.

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