eros the bittersweet

violence

seeking the fire in your tongue
longing for the electricity in your fingertips
clashing with the dews of your body
finding familiarity in your strangeness
bowing to the constellation in your eyes
soaring with the sunset in your hair
succumbing to the grace of your skin
arresting silence with the rhythm of your heartbeat
envisioning the light of your soul
trespassing the placid beauty of your shoulders
enfolding the unique, sensual desire in your touch
breathing the energy from your mouth
creating a sanctuary in your chaos
dominating the space on your thighs
tasting the infinite solitude on your flesh
grasping the elements the fill the marrow of your bones
inspiring to hold the air of your belief
sustaining the perpetual image of your smile
inviting to wander on the thoughts in your head
devouring your dignified simplicity
unraveling the hidden mystery of the blood in your veins
...dreams i can only hope to steal from the heavens.

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anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.