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