i love in that
whole heart kind of way…
and you’ve got me
in that whole heart kind of way
– butterflies rising
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Tag: Intimacy
wanderlust…
i watch everyone
move so fast
towards each other
and i think…
how beautiful it is
when it moves slow,
and takes time,
when it’s curious,
how it lingers,
all those layers to uncover,
how it feels to explore
– wanderlust
– butterflies rising
Read More →intimacy…
what if we don’t ask this
to burden bear,
or heavy lift, and sift
through pain,
maybe we can do our own work,
so breath, and romance,
and what we taste like in every
color of love
can be what fills this space
– intimacy
– butterflies rising
Read More →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
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