i don’t need fancy ways and shiny things…

i don’t need
fancy ways
and shiny things,
give me
slow hands,
honest eyes,
and full attention
with ease

…give me priceless things.

– butterflies rising

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

i love in that
whole heart kind of way…
and you’ve got me
in that whole heart kind of way

– butterflies rising

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

what we taste like in every color of love

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

how you weaken all of my defenses…
you’re like a sweet kryptonite

– butterflies rising

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.