eros the bittersweet

water

admiring the glistening
ember of your majestic
eyes, seething, struggling,
insatiable
biding time as i bask
in an afterglow
of heat and mist
waiting, anticipating,
craving for the next
word to fall from
your lips and
alter the arduous
path brimming with
water and stones
your thoughts silence
my furtive heart
the seconds linger
the distance is
maimed by that
which springs
from your
idle fantasies.



for calliope

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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.