eros the bittersweet

spellbound | poem seventeen

a gleam of moonlight
a streak of intensity
inexorable and streaming,
dragging my body
to the prison of your
embrace
my soul drinks from
the flowering gaze
of your smile,
my heart leaps from
the abyss to lastly
tough the hours
chained in melancholy
and yearning
to be with you again.

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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.