He greets me with a light kiss reminiscent of a monarch butterfly delicately landing after a long migration.
Iced lemonade in a glass rests on the table in front of us, witnessing the butterflies on our faces.
Water vapor relaxes when it sees us, and the glass leaves a culaccino for forever and a day.
Escapril Day 15! Prompt: something very gentle. By the way, culaccino means "the mark left on a table by a moist glass." I loved writing this poem, and I hope you all enjoy it as well :)