Lavender lullabies whispered into night skies, remnants of galaxies cradled closely, as you sleep sweetly, time slips away and so do I.
JESSICA WILDELavender lullabies whispered into night skies, remnants of galaxies cradled closely, as you sleep sweetly, time slips away and so do I.
JESSICA WILDEA wooded winter trail awaits, no footprints pressed upon the snow – a path I dared not once to take but now – I must go.
JESSICA WILDEI love you – like a lighthouse and the sea, like mountaintops and valleys, like how the sun breathes life into leaves without even touching.
JESSICA WILDEWhen winter withers – my bones begin to thaw, my lungs crackle as they expand, and the blood in my veins start to flow and I awaken from hibernation – hungry for happiness and eager to let go.
JESSICA WILDEI am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.
JESSICA WILDEI hear your voice say my name and my soul melts slow, I’m a helpless mess.
JESSICA WILDEThe sea calls to me – she promises to set me free, it’s tempting- losing myself in her vastness allowing her to swallow me whole, beckoning me to make her deep darkness my forever home.
JESSICA WILDEI lace barbed wire around my heart, constrict it – pull tight, maybe the pain will make it feel alive, and I can pretend it didn’t already die.
JESSICA WILDEMisty morning welcomes me as I wander through the trees – calm amidst the chaos of distant memories.
JESSICA WILDEThose closest to me. Didn’t know the true state of my mentality.
JESSICA WILDELoving you is like breathing in freshly fallen snow-baptized mornings.
JESSICA WILDEExpanding like the universe, I discovered galaxies within. To break glass ceilings: Breath in trust, exhale doubt-beckon bravery.
JESSICA WILDEFireside and free, tangled up in curiosity, dripping in holy honesty, drawing in pure ecstasy, exploring possibilities – a cabin in the woods.
JESSICA WILDECider and candor and cranberry kisses, firelight dancing – lowered inhibitions, our eyes caught up in intimate moments, soaking in these cinnamon-spiced secrets.
JESSICA WILDEWouldn’t it be enchanting if pixie dust and fairy wings could fix all our broken dreams?
JESSICA WILDEUnderneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
JESSICA WILDE