Tangled butterflies' Wings

O look we are kissing butterflies!
O look our kisses are, a butterfly!

A butterfly, we keep
fluttering between our lips,
with two equal modes of a motion,
twin cherries of the same emotions,
two sails of reciprocal dapples,
two halves of an apple,
two counter question marks
facing one another
in the two opposite enkindles of words
that
tangle versos each other to smother
in the body of one heart,
a bulls eye that ties
the kismet of two darts.