if it comes close to you…

if it comes
close to you,
it has to be
destiny-colored
and deep. souled.
there is too much
gold in that skin for
anything but sure hands
to touch it.
there is too. much. fire.
in that chest…
they’ve got to dance
with your wildness and
play in your beautiful mess
and drip wild poetry
on your lips with their kiss.

if it comes close to you,
it has to feel like this.
nothing less.

– butterflies rising

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you don’t have to say a thing…

you just walk in, and my heart beats different.

i just know…
it’s soft next to you.
it’s safe if i come close.
and there’s destiny here,
there’s meant-to-be
in your hands.
and you don’t have
to say a thing,
it’s in the way i’m shifted…
you just walk in,
and my heart beats different.

– butterflies rising

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smoke & sugar…

we can kiss slow and wild until we forget time and collapse.

smoke & sugar…

you’ve got
too much gravity
in your head.
so take it easy.
and put the heavy down.
we could be delicate here.
or not…
you could come mix
that smoke on your lips
with the sugar on mine
and we can kiss slow and wild
until we forget time
and collapse.

– butterflies rising

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