eros the bittersweet

between

unknowingly
with all fervor and
desire
i have become the ocean
where i let your
sand play on my
wide shore
i have become the
waters that bathe
and wash your
feet at night


unknowingly
with all grace and
simplicity
you have carved
a heart
out of my stones
you have created
a dream
out of my life


and between
your rivers and
my reveries
lie the leaves
that have fallen
as my soul hastened
to your embrace


a steady, fiery
hunger that
started when
and ends never.

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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.