just you and me…
and that
up against the wall,
in the back seat,
under the stars,
lost in the moment while the rest
of the world fades away,
kind of kissing
– butterflies rising
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Tag: Kissing
like mercy on their soul…
somewhere
there is a lover who
will kiss you like you have
poetry and addiction
on your lips
and needs your touch
and taste like mercy
on their soul
– butterflies rising
Read More →wilder sunsets…
i think
you have to chase it.
that thing that tells you…
keep. going.
that there are wilder sunsets
and more colors to know.
that there are still answers for
what’s pulling at you.
that the emptiness and heartbreak aren’t
where love will leave you because somewhere
there is a lover who will kiss you like you have
poetry and addiction on your lips and who
needs your touch and taste like
mercy on their soul.
and there are all those virgin, unfelt things in you;
still untouched and tender and unfolding.
so you have to keep searching.
for all that soul stuff.
until your intangible aches are in the flesh
and that fire within you is spilling all around you…
i think you have to keep going.
– butterflies rising
Read More →a fire in that kiss…
that kiss…
it’s a bitter taste now.
and god, how it felt like love,
and then it turned into
such. brutal. pain.
but you make sure you
keep loving deep.
and keep your heart wilder than wild,
because someday you’ll breathe it
all out as stardust and art…
and there was a fire in that kiss
that always came from
your own lips.
– butterflies rising
Read More →slow kisses on wild skin…
fever-driven dream…
you take all of
my walls down with
this fever-driven dream
and we’ve got messy hearts
with your skin against mine,
but there’s this way your
heartbeat promises
to take care of my own…
so maybe it’s safe to just give in
to slow kisses on wild skin.
– butterflies rising
Read More →we still intertwine…
you take all of
my walls down with
this fever-driven dream
and we’ve got messy hearts
with your skin against mine,
but as much as fear has my head
gripped and you at arm’s length,
we. still. intertwine.
you’re a soul instinct.
and this feeling is a heart imprint.
and when you’re this close to me
there’s this way your
heartbeat promises to take care of my
own… so maybe it’s safe to just give in
to slow kisses on wild skin.
– butterflies rising
Read More →wild, beautiful mess…
come dance
with my wildness
and play in
my beautiful mess
and drip wild poetry
on my lips when
we kiss.
– butterflies rising
Read More →wild poetry…
smoke & sugar…
smoke & sugar…
you’ve got
too much gravity
in your head.
so take it easy.
and put the heavy down.
we could be delicate here.
or not…
you could come mix
that smoke on your lips
with the sugar on mine
and we can kiss slow and wild
until we forget time
and collapse.
– butterflies rising
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