arrhythmia – you walk in, and my heart beats different…

you walk in, and
my heart beats different

– butterflies rising

come dance
with my wildness
and play in
my beautiful mess
and drip wild poetry
on my lips when
we kiss.

– butterflies rising

i want to dance with your wildness
and play in your beautiful mess

– butterflies rising

i want to
tangle with you,
and fall into you,
and feel all of you,
your breath, your skin,
your hands, your heart,
your everything…

all of it, all of you,
all around me

– butterflies rising

she’s a
wildflower on fire
with all that
sweet soul sugar
making your heart. beat.
and your skin cells rise,
she’s wild butterflies,
and the way she looks at you
under a wild moon
making your pulse move,
her beautiful chaos
asking you to dig deep
into that passion in your bones
and bleed out all those beautiful things
that your own wildfires hold.

– butterflies rising

eye contact and a lip bite

– butterflies rising

soul-tangled
with you.
you were an imprint here
before we touched wild skin.
you were a feeling. a sense.
and now
you’re an instinct. a gravity.
with. you.
my heart has no defense.
i feel chemicals with you.
my skin remembers you.
and when our bodies have to
untangle and let this life turn over
you’ll be just a feeling
and just a sense…
but only until
we’re skin to skin again.

– butterflies rising