
…boys with mischievous smiles
and poetry hearts
– butterflies rising
Read More →and maybe,
sometimes i back up
just a little,
just to breathe…
to steady in me.
and maybe, sometimes,
my fingers will untangle
just a little,
just to feel…
how to be mine, all mine.
and maybe,
i can get a little reckless
when my heart is restless,
but it’s still always yours,
all yours.
– butterflies rising
Read More →strong hands
that can be soft hands
and slow hands
against your skin
like flowers, like curiosity…
– butterflies rising
Read More →forever trying
to reconcile this hopelessly
romantic heart and this fiercely
independent soul
i’m such a soft lover…
and a wild wanderer
but i think you’re where
all of me finds home
– butterflies rising
Read More →i just like how it feels when you’re here, and maybe that’s all i know
– butterflies rising
Read More →i could get lost
in all the little ways
you carry love, and carry light,
and hold so much
goodness in your being,
you are a golden thing
in this heavy, heavy world,
and everything feels new
when i look at you
– butterflies rising
Read More →the way your
fingers fall in mine,
and how your heart is
racing wild,
and how my heart is
racing wild…
i just feel so alive
– butterflies rising
Read More →you said,
tell me where you’ve been, love
and i thought of all the lost roads,
and dark corners,
and heavy work, and heartbreak,
and of all the healing
and i just said…
on my way here
– butterflies rising
Read More →her,
because she
makes life poetry,
she turns every bit
of it into art
– butterflies rising
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