Butterfly kisses

Butterfly kisses don’t leave marks
They burn wet for an instant, then disappear
Evaporating into thin air

Like they never marked your skin
Never pricked a nerve
Never tasted your soul

I trail my fingertips over the back of my neck
But there is still no trace of them
Or where they have gone

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