eros the bittersweet

spellbound | poem twelve
posted by imani , Thursday, March 5, 2009 at 7:11 PM, in Labels:

unraveling your
wonder and
beginnings with
the peculiar ardor
of my fingers
where ~ layer by layer
petals unfold
to reveal the light
and tears of your
unending fire
finally seizing
the blackness from
my forlorn and arid
earth
making me yours.

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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.