eros the bittersweet

the last time i and you*

was when we were bathed by the
sunset, and the memory of that
instant thrives in this constant
longing, to fabricate experiences
of you and i, dismantled completely
the last time was when
i, my fragile body, shaken,
delicate, vulnerable, in limbo,
in silence...the deafening silence
of your words without meaning
without fervor,
but i lie here for you, beloved,
waiting for your eyes to search
for mine, and your hands
to touch what you have
not before, eras ago...
where in some lonely place
i found a night, seeing
myself, blinded and
fated to surrender, to release
to be possessed and owned
at the same time
to succumb to one quiet
sunset, and rest for the
last time i and you.

*a photograph taken by carla marie freed

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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.