strong hands
that can be soft hands
and slow hands
against your skin
like flowers, like curiosity…
– butterflies rising
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Category: flowers & fire
Flowers & Fire Poetry, Flowers And Fire Poetry
strong… soft… slow…
your standards for love: keep them high…
your standards for love are going to make some
people uncomfortable. and they will try to make
you feel like those standards are too high.
i think it’s because those standards threaten
their comfort zones.
what you believe in either challenges how they treat
people… or how they’ve accepted being treated.
but none of that is about you.
this is your own life. and it will be your own love
and your own heart. so don’t ever let anyone make
you question your own standards…
keep them high.
– butterflies rising
Read More →for herself…
she needs to become who she needs to be for herself before she can ever be anything for you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →my axis pulls and pulls to wherever you are…
that soft, slow “baby” late at night…
i don’t know any other way…
and maybe it’s just
too vulnerable a thing…
this ache to feel it all so deep,
to break myself so open,
to feel it all so sweet,
and to crave the wildest ways
that it can burn,
to let it make me such a mess and
bring me to such an edge,
to let all be such an
untamed. passionate thing.
maybe none of this is the safest way to love…
but i don’t know any other way.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the beautiful universe of you: the remix…
the universe
burst stars open
and let the pieces fall
and they settled into a shape
and it was given your name
and your heart was placed inside
with all your magic buried in it
with moondust on the edges
and all your flowers planted with it
and this is you…
this is all inside of you.
so how could anyone ever look at you
and not be breathtakingly fascinated
by the wonder of it all…
it’s in the way your perfect atoms
find themselves falling into place as the
beautiful universe that you are.
– butterflies rising
Read More →drip myself in wild creativity…
you are worthy of all this…
i want…
to search. and stretch.
and grow. and glow.
and drip myself in
wild creativity,
and burn and breathe at once
in this skin. in these lungs.
wings untethered,
under the moon,
into the sky,
and to dream big and bigger
and biggest,
and to feel free in here…
inside my anxious chest.
to just. feel. free.
and to have the universe
say… yes, you are worthy of all this.
– butterflies rising
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