eros the bittersweet

spellbound | poem four

i want to speak about you
like you are the rain
like you are the water
that falls toward my
earth, like you are the
lake that embraces
and recognizes
the fire that blossoms
from within me,
like you are the ocean
that permeates my
skin, like you are the
water that sinks into
my ground with
fragments and fractions
of light…
slowly.

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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.