eros the bittersweet

still | poem nineteen

you ahold of
my hand
will soon
be feeling
someone else’s
you covering
my body
with embraces
will soon
attempt to keep
someone else
warm
and that is
when i go back
to silence, to poetry,
to sacredness and
to myself.

2 comments:

teta said...

letting go na?

imani said...

babe,
i wrote this poem 2 years ago. i was letting go of the pain, but continued to love the person.

 

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.