all those flowers growing from your chest…

give me
your tender and your fire…
all of it broken open, nothing less.
the stretching of your heart walls and all those
flowers growing from your chest.

– butterflies rising

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

…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.