Butterfly Kiss
Posted on November 21, 2007 by Lisa Marie
for my dad
On girl scout good night
my nose, brown and small
rubs warm against my fathers
crooked and strong.
this nose kiss between us
smells like army green sleeping bags
patient redwood fires and
burnt marshmallow chocolate
breath steaming the air visible.
we ignore the other fathers and daughters
lean in, share eyelashes
catch and tangle them together.
he completes our ritual
brushes my cheek with his silken lash
feels like a misguided spider
rushing across my arm
delicious tickle.
I am safe
as we drift to sleep
under these meteor showers.
Filed under: Poetry
this is beautiful and sweet.
Thanks so much for sharing this. What a wonderful tribute.
man, this poem is awesome in so many respects.