the still places become breathing…

you turn these still
places into breathing,
this. warm sun… how it wakes
a motion

you take this feeling in me
and turn it into a high road,
and an open life

you can’t come here and ask me
to feel all this love, and not turn it
into the shape of you…
you make everything beautiful,
everything about you is
made of soul

and you say we’ll find a way…
promise me we’ll find our way

– butterflies rising

the way your
fingers fall in mine,
and how your heart is
racing wild,
and how my heart is
racing wild…
i just feel so alive

– butterflies rising

you said,
tell me where you’ve been, love

and i thought of all the lost roads,
and dark corners,
and heavy work, and heartbreak,
and of all the healing

and i just said…
on my way here

– butterflies rising

you feel like…
a terrifyingly
effortless fall

and i think
if i come closer
i would not recover
from you

and would i want to

…your beautiful gravity.

– butterflies rising

all of it made sense now, and none of it mattered anymore.

the exhale…

i stood there
in front of you,
and i thought of everything
that had ever broken me,
i thought of everything
that had ever shattered my heart,
and in that moment when i looked at you,
i thought of how maybe i’ll tell you someday.
but for now, i just exhaled.

because all of it made sense now,
and none of it mattered
anymore.

– butterflies rising