we have
wilderness hearts,
we get restless with the moon,
we’re meant to live in wild opens
and run free under
starlight
– butterflies rising
Read More →we have wilderness hearts, we get restless with the moon…
Tag: Wild
soul-tangled with you…
soul-tangled
with you.
you were an imprint here
before we touched wild skin.
you were a feeling. a sense.
and now
you’re an instinct. a gravity.
with. you.
my heart has no defense.
i feel chemicals with you.
my skin remembers you.
and when our bodies have to
untangle and let this life turn over
you’ll be just a feeling
and just a sense…
but only until
we’re skin to skin again.
– butterflies rising
Read More →pretty, dirty edges…
i love all those little
pretty, dirty edges where you play…
so beautiful and wild all at once.
– butterflies rising
Read More →like wildfire…
the wild wreckage…
i take it all in so deeply.
and maybe i feel it a little too raw.
and a little too tender.
and when i need to let it go,
maybe my heart strangleholds it
a little too tight.
and for a little too long.
but the way i feel it when i feel it…
i touch. and i taste. and i feel. fire.
and i shift in my existence,
and the stardust burns into my skin.
so i try to be gentle with it…
with all that wild wreckage that i
barely recover from.
because there’s magic in it.
and evolution in me from it.
and because i love like an awakening
and i know what it’s like to trace a soul
in my fingertips.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i love that way you smile like wild defiance…
i love that way you smile like wild defiance…
i wanna bottle it up and use it to
fight off all my fears
– butterflies rising
Read More →so wildly beautiful…
you are so wildly beautiful in all of
the ways i could ever imagine for
someone to be beautiful
– butterflies rising
Read More →wild opens…
let yourself fall into this wild love…
something a little bit like faith…
i will not
take care of my fears today.
i will not feed them or tend to them
or give them any space.
and if i do not take care of my fears today…
what i feel tomorrow might be something
a little bit like faith.
– butterflies rising
Read More →living, breathing thunderstorms in each other’s arms…
why would
we ever ask each other
to come out from our corners
of self-safety
and crumble down our walls
for anything that wouldn’t
be as true and deep
and beautifully wild
and as gutted open and as
raging as to be living, breathing
thunderstorms in each other’s arms,
tracing our fingers through starlight…
why would i move
when i’m this. terrified. to move.
so if you’re going to ask me
to shed away my safety
…let it be for everything beautiful
imaginable under god.
– butterflies rising
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