eros the bittersweet

embraced

by the warm, soft,
sweet yearning
i have found
in your mouth
the heat coming
from your little
fingers as
you touched
my face
i was left
desiring to linger
for five more minutes
to devour the
fire in your eyes,
the mist in your tongue
the electricity in your
gaze, in your words,
in your being
wanting to be lost
inside the mess
in your head,
untangle each knot
the way i would
unravel
you...
with my delicate
hands.

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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.