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
RIC S. Bastasa (20th century) The Phillippines
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