eros the bittersweet

spellbound | poem twenty six

i must wait in
God’s city,
at the edge
of my infinite
hunger for
rain and
prayer
that the fire
and answer
will bring me
to the foot
of your altar


to wait longer
and love deeper.

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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.