eros the bittersweet

mirror

your body thriving
in the reflection
you make of mine
the mirrors of your
faith and fate
disenchanted by
our wordlessness
the moments caught
in the web of your
dreams as you
descend in a slumber
the fragrant amaranth
that sleeps in your
hair ~ a colorful,
vivid memory of
everything i know
that is good ~
a delusion
ceasing to be.



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.