“that place on the back of his neck where my fingers fall”
– butterflies rising
Love Poem
Browsing Tag
“all of these beautiful things sunlight, goodness, stars, you”
– butterflies rising
“all of these beautiful things sunlight, goodness, stars, you”
– butterflies rising
“where we are drawn and pulled. and when we are shifted and stirred.”
– butterflies rising
“bare skin in sunshine, wild under moonshine”
– butterflies rising