eros the bittersweet

consumed | poem fourteen

the tainted flavor
of your mouth
like a temporary
sun,
like an imaginary
flight to the
undying laughter
of lilies
bring me to the
surface of your
honey-colored skin.

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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.