there is just no part of love that my heart does not feel as brutally intimate as it can be felt.
– butterflies rising
Read More →no part of love…
my soul just thinks your soul is pure magic…
summer air, freedom, and you…
summer air, freedom, and you – full poem…
as the summer sets in and as
this moment softens all the fear between us,
there are only two things i need to feel in this skin…
to be free… and to be against yours.
– summer air, freedom,
and you
– butterflies rising
Read More →the woman we each want to be…
the way another woman
unfolds into her own space… is her way.
and the way you unfold into your
own space… is yours.
there is nothing about holding another
woman back or tearing another woman down
that will ever set you free.
our journeys are unique and intimate…
and our freedom comes from turning inward
and putting our energy into the woman
we each want to be.
– butterflies rising
Read More →chosen by you…
no matter what… i hope you know…
that you matter.
for yourself. by yourself.
and belonging to yourself.
and with the paths you do… or don’t…
take in your life,
i hope that they are chosen by you.
and that you can hear and follow the voice
in your own soul, and no matter any noise…
be able to find your own way.
– butterflies rising
Read More →you soften me….
how you move, how you love… you are such light. such brilliant light…
the way you are…
how much you feel,
how you move, how you love…
you are such light. such brilliant light.
you are meant to be with someone
who is shifted by you,
whose soul is here to be shaken by you,
don’t waste one more tender breath
that you have in your chest on
someone who was only ever there
to break your heart.
– butterflies rising
Read More →cherry lip gloss stain: the slow goodnight…
my cherry lip gloss stain on your cheek…
and how you gripped to keep the car door closed
as if you were afraid opening it would mean
everything we felt in that moment would fall out
never again to be contained
– butterflies rising
Read More →a beautiful unknown…
you close your heart
and you think it is a safety,
but it is a violence against yourself
in the quietest of ways,
yes, quiet, but still a violence,
a brutal, aching violence,
and to love, it is bravery,
and no small bravery,
but a fearless, grand reach into
an uncontrollable unknown,
yes, an uncertainty,
but maybe, what a beautiful unknown
– butterflies rising
Read More →i just like your way…
i just like your way,
the way you feel, how you are,
who you are… i’m just drawn to you.
– butterflies rising
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