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
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i love all those little
pretty, dirty edges where you play…
so beautiful and wild all at once.
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the way the
sunlight danced on her skin
and stardust lived in her eyes…
he knew he’d never want
to look away
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him, because he makes life poetry… he turns every bit of it into art
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the way you carry that energy
when you come close…
it’s my undoing, every time.
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ok, you’re cute, but,
i want to know your soul aesthetic…
so tell me the poetry you read and the song
you fall asleep with… all the art, the words,
the songs that shift you. this is what i want
to know. this is how my heart falls.
– butterflies rising
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tell me the poetry you read and the song
you fall asleep with… all the art, the words,
the songs that shift you. this is what i want
to know. this is how my heart falls.
– butterflies rising
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maybe i like
that you came here
to do more
than pass time, or hold your space
over there,
and i could trade my foothold
for my senses shaken,
and forgo my ability
to stay in my body,
if you want to show me
how abandon
can feel like magic
– butterflies rising
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why would
we ever ask each other
to come out from our corners
of self-safety
and crumble down our walls
for anything that wouldn’t
be as true and deep
and beautifully wild
and as gutted open and as
raging as to be living, breathing
thunderstorms in each other’s arms,
tracing our fingers through starlight…
why would i move
when i’m this. terrified. to move.
so if you’re going to ask me
to shed away my safety
…let it be for everything beautiful
imaginable under god.
– butterflies rising
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