love,
from a deep ache, that steals breath…
entangled hands and skin and
wild rebellion
– butterflies rising
Read More →entangled hands and wild rebellion…
Tag: Love
the stretching of his heart walls…
the stretching of his heart walls…
and all those flowers growing
from his chest
– butterflies rising
Read More →give me the tender and the fire. i want the angst and ache and wild mess…
give me
the tender and the fire.
i want the angst and ache
and wild mess.
all of it broken open,
nothing less.
because there’s just nothing else
that can disarm me like that.
it completely takes me apart…
a man’s passion and
raw vulnerability,
the stretching of his heart walls
and all those flowers growing
from his chest.
– butterflies rising
Read More →all those flowers growing from your chest…
give me
your tender and your fire…
all of it broken open, nothing less.
the stretching of your heart walls and all those
flowers growing from your chest.
– butterflies rising
Read More →angst and ache and wild mess…
give me your tender and your fire. your angst
and ache and wild mess. all of it broken open,
nothing less. i want passion and raw vulnerability…
the stretching of your heart walls and all those
flowers growing from your chest.
– butterflies rising
Read More →the reckoning…
you cannot try to silence
a collective pain for so long and not
expect a collective rage to eventually come.
– butterflies rising
Read More →it’s how she lets you know…
she writes with an ache…
the still places become breathing…
you turn these still
places into breathing,
this. warm sun… how it wakes
a motion
you take this feeling in me
and turn it into a high road,
and an open life
you can’t come here and ask me
to feel all this love, and not turn it
into the shape of you…
you make everything beautiful,
everything about you is
made of soul
and you say we’ll find a way…
promise me we’ll find our way
– butterflies rising
Read More →the remarkable, uncommon texture of your soul…
when you can feel
the remarkable, uncommon
texture of your soul,
you can’t imagine letting anyone close
who isn’t perfectly meant to
intertwine with it
– butterflies rising
Read More →yes, all of it…
he said,
do you want me here
close. soft with you.
or should i light it all up
and run wild with you…
i said, yes.
– butterflies rising
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