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

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

those lips so full of lush and love…
and talking of so much life

– butterflies rising

…boys with mischievous smiles
and poetry hearts

– butterflies rising

…i can get a little reckless
when my heart is restless

– butterflies rising

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.