I want to leave a map of
Butterfly Kisses on your chest:-
I will delicately press my lips against your tender skin
And trace an intricate pathway of gentle poetry from
the very tips of your hair,
to the bottoms of your feet;
I want to make sure that
whenever your smile wanders off somewhere into the night,
it can always
re-trace its footsteps back home…
to me
I want to leave a map of
Butterfly Kisses on your chest:-
Itty bitty breadcrumb words and metaphors
To remind your next lover
(as a precaution)
Just how it is that you like your coffee.
I want to place the alphabet in your mouth
So that every time you kiss her-
You can tell her your story.
I will hide little poems
In the crevices of your mind
And anecdotes between
the hallowed out spaces on your spine
for you to remember
me
when you walk out the door
for the last time.
By: Lulwama Kuto Mulalu
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
I want to leave a map of
Butterfly Kisses on your chest:-
I will delicately press my lips against your tender skin
And trace an intricate pathway of gentle poetry from
the very tips of your hair,
to the bottoms of your feet;
I want to make sure that
whenever your smile wanders off somewhere into the night,
it can always
re-trace its footsteps back home…
to me
I want to leave a map of
Butterfly Kisses on your chest:-
Itty bitty breadcrumb words and metaphors
To remind your next lover
(as a precaution)
Just how it is that you like your coffee.
I want to place the alphabet in your mouth
So that every time you kiss her-
You can tell her your story.
I will hide little poems
In the crevices of your mind
And anecdotes between
the hallowed out spaces on your spine
for you to remember
me
when you walk out the door
for the last time.
By: Lulwama Kuto Mulalu
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