…it’s his mischievous smile and his poetry heart
– butterflies rising
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my defenses…
between soul and skin…
maybe tonight
we just dissolve into the stars…
leaving gravity behind,
quieting our heads and trading
all our dreams and curiosities
between soul and skin.
i just. get. restless.
and i can’t stay too human
for too long… it’s too heavy.
i need to leave the atmosphere,
or pull your soul aesthetic closer;
close enough to taste moon dust
in the back of my throat.
and whether we actually transcend
or just lose all sense…
i don’t care.
let’s break open and
scatter and spill and spill…
our wild universes
colliding under these stars.
– butterflies rising
Read More →hopelessly romantic heart and a fiercely independent soul…
forever trying
to reconcile a hopelessly
romantic heart and a fiercely
independent soul
– butterflies rising
Read More →a wild thing…
a wild rebellion…
bite marks and body heat…
heartbeats and bite marks and body heat…
you and i,
we get restless, and we run wild,
and we need more than
an ordinary love and a tamed life
because some aches are made of everything.
we crave everything. from the soul-deep
to being tangled up in heartbeats
and bite marks and body heat;
we’re driven by our instincts,
and we get drunk on moonlight,
and god, how we need a life made of
things we can chew on,
and we need nights where we find ourselves
when we lose a little sleep
and we feel the passion in our chests like kerosene…
so i’ll go with you if you’ll come with me…
and we’ll burn… we’ll run… we’ll love.
– butterflies rising
Read More →we burn, we run, we love…
it’s just how i love…
it’s just how i love. i feel things
as brutally intimate as they can be felt.
– butterflies rising
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