kiss, for hours…

we could just kiss, for hours…
like it’s everything. like it’s art.

– butterflies rising

i keep
falling,
and feeling,
and loving too much,
but isn’t feeling it all
existence

– butterflies rising

you have
such strong hands,
but my heart is such a soft thing,
so this could go one of two ways…

you could crush it
with the weight of all you are,
or maybe those strong hands could take
such a fragile thing
and hold it safe with the weight
of all you are

– butterflies rising

he is
so beautiful,
but i love in energy,
so let me tell you of
just how
beautiful he feels

– butterflies rising

i love in energy

– butterflies rising

there is this
stunning breathing rhythm
in a woman learning to love herself

this slow rise as she feels her way into
every inch of her skin like honey,
and this soft fall as she settles into grace

this is the breath i seek

– butterflies rising

like water,
and warmth,
this love
will hold you,
but it won’t
hold you in place

– butterflies rising

this is
aching… and
this is hope.
staring out at the
nashville skyline,
and wondering
where you are,
and if your skyline is just
as beautiful,
and does it hold all these
promises of us too

– butterflies rising