Tag: Soulmates

heartbeats and bite marks and body heat…

we crave everything. from the soul-deep to being tangled up in 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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he started to come closer, and i said…

let me know you. me here. you there.

he started to come closer,
and i said… don’t. just stay. me here. you there.

he said… so you don’t want to know me.

i said…
no, i do. let me know you. me here. you there.
not because i don’t want to know you,
but, so i can know you as you are.
so beautifully untouched by anything you think
you need to make yourself to be for me.

please. just be.
let me love you as you are.

– butterflies rising

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in his sleep…

the way he speaks of me in his sleep

there are
things he holds
close, in the awake,
in the lucid,
things he feels, but he fears
how they might fall out so helpless,
so unarmed, so defenseless…
and god, how those walls
can make me question.

but then he dreams with an open chest,
and he tells me of what he’s sure of,
and that i can let my head rest,
‘cause this isn’t a small love,
and that most times it feels like too much love,
and so sometimes… he’s just afraid.

so my fears… they just fall quiet
with the way he speaks to me
in his sleep.

he may have a
hardened chest in the wake light,
but there are flowers in the moonlight,
and when his fears fall quiet…
there are all these things he feels
when his defenses are down.

– butterflies rising

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