love,
from a deep ache, that steals breath…
entangled hands and skin and
wild rebellion
– butterflies rising
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Category: flowers & fire
Flowers & Fire Poetry, Flowers And Fire Poetry
the stretching of his heart walls…
the stretching of his heart walls…
and all those flowers growing
from his chest
– butterflies rising
Read More →give me the tender and the fire. i want the angst and ache and wild mess…
give me
the tender and the fire.
i want the angst and ache
and wild mess.
all of it broken open,
nothing less.
because there’s just nothing else
that can disarm me like that.
it completely takes me apart…
a man’s passion and
raw vulnerability,
the stretching of his heart walls
and all those flowers growing
from his chest.
– butterflies rising
Read More →all those flowers growing from your chest…
give me
your tender and your fire…
all of it broken open, nothing less.
the stretching of your heart walls and all those
flowers growing from your chest.
– butterflies rising
Read More →angst and ache and wild mess…
give me your tender and your fire. your angst
and ache and wild mess. all of it broken open,
nothing less. i want passion and raw vulnerability…
the stretching of your heart walls and all those
flowers growing from your chest.
– butterflies rising
Read More →muscle memory…
i spent so long aching for him to be good to me,
to just let someone be good to me…
it’s a whole new muscle memory
my heart still has to learn.
– butterflies rising
Read More →it’s how she lets you know…
she writes with an ache…
yes, all of it…
he said,
do you want me here
close. soft with you.
or should i light it all up
and run wild with you…
i said, yes.
– butterflies rising
Read More →lush and love and life…
what if only…
what if only,
when you feel
her reaching for you,
you could reach too.
maybe go a little higher.
just let yourself stretch.
and let your heart grow.
what if only,
instead of pulling away,
instead of trying to pull her down,
you could just go a little higher.
you could let her fire be bright.
and you could let your fear be small.
what if only
you could let the way you see
yourself be stretched…
you could let your whole. soul. grow.
i know you wonder what it could be like…
if maybe it’s beautiful there.
so what if only…
– butterflies rising
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