touching nothing but wild air…
youngblooded and firehearted.
and when there's aching in me,
please say, “chase it.”
and when there's growing in me,
please say, “it's beautiful.”
love this restless soul and this bleeding heart
that are falling all over you messy and wild,
just dying to love you reckless and wild.
and tell me how free
my lungs will always breathe
when i love you.
– butterflies rising
“love me stretched out, wing tips touching nothing but wild air… love. me.” is a poem by the author butterflies rising that can be found in her poetry book ‘she's flowers and fire'.