eros the bittersweet

white

your body filled
with luminosity and
my hand clamoring
for more of you
threads of sunlight
pouring from your
eyes, you blind
even the most passionate
stranger
leading her to the
gracious, impermeable
delight of your
smile and your color,
choosing to exist only
in your imagination
~ an inexhaustible
fire, an undeniable
yearning for one
peaceful night
of you sheathed
in an endless
white.



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.