skin to skin and soul-tangled…

…skin to skin and soul-tangled

– butterflies rising

her
cherry lips on
his whiskey-flavored kiss
and that kind of sugar that
can cause a hard defense
to soften. so. easy…
and you end up with your walls down
and your mind forgotten
and your pulse. affected.
all of it tangled up together…
his heart. her heart. his curious fingertips…
her dangerously. soft. skin.

how you lose your senses in that kind of love…
you get wrapped up in so. much. sweet.
and you don’t ever want to come undone.

– butterflies rising

this love will touch.
taste. feel. like fire…
and your soul will stir
and your heart will race
and the awakenings
will come again and again.
and just. the existence of them…
who they are… how they are…
it will create all those hurricanes
that you feel in your chest walls.

and that’s how you’ll know.
because if they are for you…
you’ll feel it in your chest walls.

– butterflies rising

if they are for you…
you’ll feel it in your chest walls.

– butterflies rising

artists and lovers...

maybe,
you’ll lose a little sleep
and the sanity will waver…
but you’ll trade it for the dreams.
for the bleeding of the colors
and the escape from time.
and maybe the peace will take turns with the chaos,
but this love will touch. taste. feel. like fire…
and your soul will stir
and your heart will race
and the art will breathe
and the awakenings will come again and again.
and just. the existence of them…
who they are… how they are…
it will create all those hurricanes
that you feel in your chest walls.

and that’s how you’ll know.
because if they are for you…
you’ll feel it in your chest walls.

– butterflies rising

to the artists and lovers…

maybe you’ll lose a little sleep
and the sanity will waver… but you’ll
trade it for the dreams and for the bleeding
of the colors and the escape from time,
and your soul will stir, and your heart will race,
and the art will breathe, and the awakenings
will come again and again and again…

– butterflies rising

he’s got a little
mischief in his smile
and a little wild in his eyes,
but there’s bleeding in that heart
and a whole lot of passion in that soul,
and he doesn’t just make you feel things…
he lets himself feel it all too.

– the boys who bleed flowers and fire

– butterflies rising

…the kind of eyes that mean what they say when they say all those things that eyes say

– butterflies rising

nothing feels
as rich, as expensive,
as being held by hands
laced in respect,
strong hands that can be
soft and slow against your skin
like flowers, like curiosity…
and eyes that mean what they say
when they say all those things
that eyes say… like,
it’s safe here. and there’s truth here.
and there’s depth in here.
and full. attention.
that undeniable, can’t not. must have.
ache for you, ache for this…
nothing. but. this. kind of aching in you
reaching for an aching me…

those are the priceless things,
give me your priceless things.

– butterflies rising

destiny in those wild eyes

– butterflies rising

you walk in
like a sure thing…
and i don’t mean
easy skin,
i mean sure love and
steady hands,
all that destiny in those wild eyes,
so much passion in that wild heart,
all the marks on you
and the strength in you
from the mountains within you
that you’ve scaled to get here…
it’s beautiful.
so many moons in you.
all to find your way to this light that’s
burning for you within me.

– butterflies rising

Tag: Intimacy

skin to skin and soul-tangled…

you don’t ever want to come undone…

this love will touch. taste. feel. like fire…

if they are for you… you’ll feel it in your chest walls…

artists and lovers… maybe, you’ll lose a little sleep and the sanity will waver…

to the artists and lovers… maybe, you’ll lose a little sleep and the sanity will waver

the boys who bleed flowers and fire…

the kind of eyes that mean what they say…

the priceless things… nothing feels as rich, as expensive…

destiny in those wild eyes…

you walk in like a sure thing…