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 →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 →if it comes
close to you,
it has to be destiny-colored
and deep. souled.
there is too much gold in that skin
for anything but sure hands
to touch it.
there is too. much. fire. in that chest…
they’ve got to dance with your wildness
and play in your beautiful mess
and drip wild poetry on your lips
with their kiss.
if it comes close to you,
it has to feel like this.
nothing less.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i just know…
it’s soft next to you.
it’s safe if i come close.
and there’s destiny here,
there’s meant-to-be
in your hands.
and you don’t have
to say a thing,
it’s in the way i’m shifted…
you just walk in,
and my heart beats different.
– butterflies rising
Read More →you are
this wilder way,
such a
sweeter touch…
some deeper place than
i’ve ever known
– butterflies rising
Read More →i want to fall
into that beautiful life
into the soft spaces
into the glow
where there’s moonlight
where there’s soul light
and where it means
something if you come close
and let your heart beat
against mine
– butterflies rising
Read More →there’s this
beating in my heart,
and it sounds like you.
and this ache. in. my. chest…
it feels like you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →maybe we
could just lay here
and i could just kiss your skin,
until you feel this light,
until beautiful settles easy on you,
until all that love in you
feels like home
– butterflies rising
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